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word from Wormingford As Lent continues, Ronald Blythe sees signs of spring “FOR, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come…” This is what I had had carved on the tomb of the artist John Nash. Lichen […]

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Vicar on March 20th, 2010

word from Wormingford Ronald Blythe listens to the song of a dryad of the trees TWO mighty songs this week: the Benedicite, and the nightingale’s — the latter on tape, for the singer is not yet due. But they disturb the universe. Each year I say the same thing: “We now have the Benedicite instead […]

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Vicar on March 16th, 2010

  word from Wormingford Do not spare that tree, Ronald Blythe tells the woodman TWO young Mancunian executioners arrive at the door, sweetly smiling, as executioners do. They wave the warrant in my face. See, my signature. The oak stump must die. For too long it has put out tentative approaches to the farm generator, […]

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Vicar on March 10th, 2010

word from Wormingford Ronald Blythe hears an old story, told out of season IN THE bitter February churchyard the dead retell their tales as I pass. It is bitter cold. Maybe it is the fat snowflakes that throw Gordon’s story out of season. The little Lanes captain, having marched all through the Western Desert, is […]

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Vicar on March 2nd, 2010

word from Wormingford Ronald Blythe’s offer of protection fails to impress the white cat THEY told me that the hunt would be coming through, but I had for­gotten. All nature changes when the hunt comes through. Coming down from the study, I find the white cat shivering behind the ancient clock and think — the […]

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