Sunday, June 21, 2009

Making Hay While the Sun Shines

Someone who cuts grass, spreads it, and cures it.

"The speed of the morning traffic slackened, and single carts rattled carelessly down half-empty streets. In Norfolk, of which Richard Dalloway was half thinking, a soft warm wind blew back the petals; confused the waters; ruffled the flowering grasses. Haymakers, who had pitched beneath hedges to sleep away the morning toil, parted curtains of green blades; moved trembling globes of cow parsley to see the sky; the blue, the steadfast, the blazing summer sky."

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (1925).

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