undern's

Updated: May 24, 2025

And then one morning all was over; one of Undern's hard early frosts took then all the waxen red-pointed buds, the waxen purple cups, the red-veined leaves. The bees were away, and Hazel, seeking them, found a few half alive in sheltered crevices, and many frozen stiff. She put those that were still alive in a little box near the parlour fire.

Mary Gladys Meredith Webb - Gone to Earth