Afterwards, they always had tea in the kitchen, much the nicest room in the house.
Flora ThompsonTwas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light
Shone over hill and dale
When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed
Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle.
Heart as pure as forest lily
Never knowing guile,
Had its home within the bosom
Of sweet Lily Lyle.
Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura crossed the doorstep, she could see some of these. But mere seeing from a distance did not satisfy her; she longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing, the brooks tinkling, and the wind rustling through the corn, as she had when a child. To smell things and touch things, warm earth and flowers and grasses, and to stand and gaze where no one could see her, drinking it all in.
Flora ThompsonNo, I be-ant expectin' nothin', but I be so yarnin
Flora ThompsonThere Laura spent many happy hours, supposed to be picking fruit for jam, but for the better part of the time reading or dreaming. One corner, overhung by a Samson tree and walled in with bushes and flowers, she called her 'green study'.
Flora ThompsonWhen I am dead and in my head
And all my bones are are rotten,
Take this book and think of me
And mind I'm not forgotten.
Brains were no good to a working man; they only made him discontented and saucy and lose his jobs. She'd seen it happen again and again.
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