Field and Hedgerow

Let's entertain no doubt. This book was , but birthdays come around, and must be feted. Five brothers and one sister celebrated each other's anniversaries. Close-knit would hardly do us justice. When you fit into the world around you, predicated on shared assumptions, fine. I knew we grated on all our neighbours, weren't identikit buffoons. That drew us closer, you'll allow. Each birthday, one same present overlapped. We each got "Field and Hedgerow" (kids adapt when they've got nothing). But I vow I'd love to give that present, poorly-wrapped in flimsy Woolworth paper, to them now.