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Longmead
The great half-mown hay meadow beside Tedderley in the cozy-fantasy land of Wending, where a wandering inn once set down her doorstep a dozen paces from the cut grass.
Featured In The Longest Day of the Year (and Then Some)
The Meadow Cut for a Feast
Longmead is a meadow with a job to do, and midsummer is when it does it.
By the longest day it lies half-mown, the cut rows drawn out in long golden windrows that glitter with dew, the uncut half still rippling when the breeze walks through the seed-heads. The hay comes in, and when it is in, the village sits down to supper on the green at the meadow’s edge. That is the shape of Longmead’s year: work, and then a table.
It is the kind of open, easy country a wandering inn favours when she has a mind to help. Level ground, a short walk to the village, grass already cut where a path would be wanted. She will set her front step a dozen paces from the meadow’s edge and wait, quiet and unassuming, to be seen when someone is ready to see her.
Come the sun-down toast of the longest evening, there is nowhere in Wending softer than Longmead in the gold, with the linden loud with bees and the whole hay-scent of the year hanging warm in the
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