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@pjrobichaud.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 12:50 PM

‘Both iron road and level highway are shunned by the rural Pan, who chooses rather to foot it along the sheep-track on the limitless downs … not without pleasant fellowship with feather and fur.’ — Kenneth Grahame, ‘Pagan Papers’ (1894) #BookWormSat

🎨 Norman Price 🇨🇦

Pan laughing by the riverbank
@nicolawriting.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 12:23 PM

“there was a regular charm, thrushes & willow-wrens, 7-coloured linnets, canbottlins, finches, & writing-maisters. It was a weaving of many threads, with one maister-thread of clear gold..
I thought maybe love was like that”

(Mary Webb, Precious Bane)

Rowland Hilder
#BookWormSat #RuralLiterature

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@racheldeering.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 11:56 AM

‘We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showry day
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
The ancient pulpit trees and the play’ ~ John Clare #BookWormSat

🖼️ Samuel Palmer (1805-1881), The Weald of Kent (c 1833-4)
Autumn scene from hillside with tree overlooking sprawling countryside below, painting.
@bookwormsat.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 11:56 AM

‘Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.’ ~ Emily Brontë.
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a rural #BookWormSat

Hans Thoma (1839–1924), Autumn Tree, Wiesenthal (c 1862-63) painting.
Autumn birch, landscape in background.
@theghostmonk.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 11:53 AM

"The hidden roots escape my thoughts,
I love but what I see.
A tree has lovely limbs, I know,
Both large and strong, down under earth;
But all my thoughts are in the boughs,
That give the green leaves birth."

- W H Davies, 'Earth Love'
(Photo by me)
#BookWormSat #poetry

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@whatters2.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 11:38 AM

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#BookWormSat

Artist: Euzebio Denner

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@asls.org.ukOct 3, 2026, 11:07 AM

Miss Instone said, “Children, you were all at the Fair yesterday, I’m sure. Out slates! Out slate pencils! Write a composition on the following – My Day at the Fair…”

—George Mackay Brown, “The Horse Fair”
from THE WRECK OF THE ARCHANGEL (1989)
#BookWormSat #poem
www.hachette.co.uk/titles/georg...

Miss Instone said, “Children, you were all at the Fair yesterday, I’m sure. Out slates! Out slate pencils! Write a composition on the following – My Day at the Fair…”

Twelve slate pencils squeaked and squealed on slate like mice in a barn.

Willie rubbed honey-of-sleep out of his eyes. He wrote.

I went to the Horse Fair.
I sat in the cart beside old Da.
In Dounby
We left Daffodil in the Smithfield yard.
A policeman was holding on to a man that could hardly stand.
Old Da gave me a penny and a farthing.
Old Da went into the inn.
I bought a bottle of stone ginger at an old wife’s tent.
I saw hundreds and hundreds of people.
I saw Skatehorn the tramp.
Mr Sweyn went on with a long stick and a deer-stalker
And the women curtsied in his wake.
I saw Old Da in the crowd at last.
His face was like a barn lantern.
We stood and watched the tug-o’-war.
What red faces, bulging eyes, what staggerings!
It came on to wind and rain.
The whisky tent
Blew out like a ship in a gale.
Old Da had dealings with the blacksmith,
Nails and a new plough.
The blacksmith wrote numbers and words in a ledger, after he had
licked a small blunt pencil.
The blacksmith
Took a bottle and two glasses from a stone shelf.He gave me sixpence!
We went home in the cart, Daffodil
Danced all the way!
She struck many stars from a stone.
The fiddler! – I nearly forgot the fiddler.
The whole Fair
Seemed to go round his fiddle. I saw
A coal-black man stretched on a board of nails.
Three farmers,
Quoys and Grayarth and Longbreck,
Seemed like they had red patches sewn on their faces, coming out of
the whisky tent.
Daffodil
Whinnied at the stars, ‘What are you,
Nails or mayflowers?’
The moon was a skull.
Then the moon was bees and honey.
I woke up.
Old Da carried me out of the cart to our fire.

“Spelling and punctuation need special attention,” said Miss Instone. “Few of you, it seems, had a really enjoyable day.”

Sprinkling of water on eleven slates, rag rubbings, sighs.

Willie spat on his slate and wiped out that day with the sleeve of his gray jersey.
@greatdetective.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:59 AM

'We have been married nearly twenty-four hours, and are still married; which in these days may be considered a record. But then, you see, padre, we are old-fashioned, country-bred people.'

BUSMAN'S HONEYMOON
Dorothy L. Sayers #BookWormSat
Poster for the 1940 film adaptation, 'Haunted Honeymoon'

Poster for MGM's HAUNTED HONEYMOON, starring Robert Montgomery as Lord Peter Wimsey and Constance Cummings as Harriet Vane.
@mccartneyjoe.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:54 AM

“As for Tess Durbeyfield ... she remained with her comrades till dusk, and participated with a certain zest in the dancing.” ~ Tess of the d'Urbervilles (1891), Thomas Hardy.
#BookWormSat #Film #NastassjaKinski

Tess sits outside of a barn as the villagers continue to dance within.
@ghirlandia.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:25 AM

Emma blushed.

Such pretty Easter daisies, he said, and oracles aplenty for maids in love.

Madame Bovary / Gustave Flaubert

Ivan Shishkin #BookWormSat

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@wunderkammertales.eurosky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:01 AM

"Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights."

(Emily Brontë "Wuthering Heights")

🎨 Lewis Chrighton

#bookwormsat

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@theotheralice.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:49 AM

"It was the first day of June...Every green was young, every pore was open...the landscape being all health and colour. God was palpably present in the country, and the devil had gone with the world to town."

📗 Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
🎨 John Constable

#BookWormSat #rurality

Countryside idyll
@theotheralice.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:44 AM

"The instinctive act of humankind was to stand and listen, and learn how the trees on the right and the trees on the left wailed or chaunted to each other in the regular antiphonies of a cathedral choir."

📗Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

#BookWormSat #rurality

book cover with pastoral
@bevanthomas.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:37 AM

"Clarke [saw] the path from his father’s house had led him into an undiscovered country, and he was wondering at the strangeness of it all.... The wood was hushed, and for a moment he stood face to face with a presence neither man nor beast."
- Arthur Machen, "The Great God Pan"
#BookWormSat

The great god Pan plays music in a field. Image by Carlos Schwabe.
@mccartneyjoe.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:31 AM

"During the summer months, the river is at the bottom of the garden and during the winter months, the garden is at the bottom of the river." ~ Ring for Jeeves (1953), P.G. Wodehouse.
#BookWormSat #JeevesAndWooster

Bernie Wooster is on the phone to Jeeves again!
@asls.org.ukOct 3, 2026, 9:12 AM

“…the TRAINSPOTTING of its day… an angry young man’s response to the misrepresentation of contemporary Scottish life”

George Douglas Brown (1869–1902) is best known for THE HOUSE WITH THE GREEN SHUTTERS (1901), set in #C19 Ayrshire
#BookWormSat #Booksky 💙📚
www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2022/05/rura...

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