(12/13) The Year At Thrush Green - Plot & Excerpts
Oliver GoldsmithThe last few days of April had been bright but cold, but on the morning of May Day the skies were dark and the wind boisterous.It was as well, thought Joan Young, gazing from her bedroom window as she dressed, that Mrs Curdle's May fair was not obliged to perform in such inhospitable surroundings.The horse chestnut trees, in bright young leaf, tossed their tormented branches, and the puddles below shivered in the wind. The spring flowers, jonquil, daffodil and tulip, were thrown this way and that by the wind. Some had succumbed altogether and were lying broken and besmirched on the ground.How unlike the firsts of May that she remembered! Somehow Mrs Curdle's fair had always seemed to take place in sunny weather. Was this the result of old age, wondered Joan? Was she looking back through rose-coloured spectacles at those distant days when she and her sister Ruth had swung on the swing-boats and looked down upon the roofs of the Two Pheasants and Piggott's cottage and their own house, with such heady rapture?Nearer in time she recalled the excitement of her young son Paul on May Day.
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