The poor little children do be pasty-faced for the want of a sunny day and the very minute they’re back at school, it comes out to mock them! How is it at all? And then the crathurs has to go in to school wall-falling with the tiredness after their big trip to Dublin for the All-Ireland. When Tipp is in the final, win or lose, the next day should be a free day, and that’s all there is to it. That’s the kind of talk you’d always hear at the beginning of September. The sun that was weakening in August, though, was as a rule nearly spent by September. It wouldn’t really split the rocks at all; it would hardly even make them lukewarm. But people love giving out, Mother always said. In September the cooking apples abroad on the trees beside the haggard would be bursting with ripeness and only barely clinging to the branch. Some would have turned to rot on the tree; more would have fallen to the earth – the barest puff of a breeze would dislodge a big fat cooking apple in September.
What do You think about The Thing About December (2014)?
