Lovely sense of progression -- the hard work, the winter, but eventually the spring. I love this sense of Grandmother hovering in the background, directing everything but not quite coming into focus herself until that very last drabble: she might give credit to her son, but the new generation should probably credit her.
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Date: 15/09/2012 08:24 am (UTC)