The pond was deep under a hedge and overhanging oak trees.

Some cows stood in the shade.
The farm and buildings, three sides of a quadrangle, embraced the sunshine towards the wood.

It was very still.
Mother and son went into the small railed garden, where was a scent of red gillivers.

By the open door were some floury loaves, put out to cool.

A hen was just coming to peck them.