"Is it wick, Dickon? Is it quite wick?"

[steepholm]

"Aye, miss, it's as wick as thee or me, I warrant. In a week or two this garden'll be fair bursting wi' life - wi' things growing an' swelling an' budding an' flowering an' - ee, won't it look a picture! It mun be wick! It mun!"

Mary looked at Dickon then, and to her mind - now quite invigorated by the Yorkshire climate, and having shaken off its sickly, enfeebled orientalism - he no longer looked to her like a sturdy moorland cottage boy with eyes as big as gobstoppers, but rather as a very god...

We gave the lawn its first mow this afternoon.

Comments

[diceytillerman.livejournal.com]

I absolutely can't believe you used this subject line and quote today, as I am writing up a SG post this very day.

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Must be something in the air!

[diceytillerman.livejournal.com]

It's the fresh air! And happily fresh air cures anything on earth that could possibly ail us!

[veronica-milvus.livejournal.com]

Did Dickon grow up to be Lady Chatterley's Lover, by any chance?

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

And what a good job, as we don't have a National Health Service yet!

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

I think he may well have done. Unless, as the Hallmark film version would have you believe, he ended up fertilizing a WWI trench, leaving growed-up Mary to fall into the arms of Colin (played by a very young Colin Firth).

[diceytillerman.livejournal.com]

And in the musical he's sort of grown up all along, in a magical sprite sort of way.

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Well, Mr Sowerby is the great god Pan, so that figures.