|Eric Ravilious - The Cornfield 1918|
Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,
Edward Thomas's poem, not quite true at the moment, August is still with us, the harvest
still being collected, but the feeling that summer has passed, its useful productivity stored in barns and the ripening apples and blackberries are there for the picking and apple pies made for the table. Ravilious's paintings depicts the old 'stooks', sheaves gathered together, today the great baling machines produce giant bales, and the fields stretch for miles, golden toned whether cut or uncut, the soil waiting to be turned into brown furrows.
A strange summer, warm and beautiful days with just that hint of cold winds, rain that falls like 'cats and dogs', wonder where that expression came from, changeable weather and now even the Met office is being given the sack by the BBC. Times are definitely changing.