The harvesting is nearly done. It’s been glorious weather and a bountiful year. Maybe there’s something in what folk have been saying about how ridding the village of that Ms Jessop has brought us good fortune.
When we’re down to the last row of the corn harvest we’ll knock it to the ground and put the spirit of the corn mother back into the earth, ready for her to be awoken by next year’s sun. And then there will be much merriment as we’ll know our work is done. There’ll be a feast this evening and plenty of laughter. I’m looking forward to it, as are the other lads and the women folk, it’s thirsty work this harvesting and it right brings on your appetite.
