Twenty Two: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - Shearing Season
The first day of June. The peak of sheep-shearing season. Even the leanest pasture being all health and colour. Every green was young, every pore was open, and every stalk was swollen with racing current of juice. Every catkins of later kind, fern-fronds like bishop's crosiers etc. etc. [1] The Shearing Barn, in structure resembles a church. It was an ancient building, and it had a grandeur which the church lacked. It housed the facilities of both the barn and the shearing house. The large side doors of the barn had been opened and the wooden threshing floor made of thick oak, black with age and polished by the beating of flails received enough sunlight. A part of the area was fenced with hurdles to make two inclosures. The sheep were collected in these enclosures. In another corner a catching-pen was made. Here four sheep were ready for the shearers. Behind them, three women: Maryann Money, Temperance, and Soberness Miller had been gathering up fleeces, and twis...