Tag: turf

• turf

  

  As I bent down once again creating the stook at the edge of the bank I cursed my absent husband. It was the one place, and the one job that I missed him most, turf. Three hours so far today I had been stooping and placing sods of turf in the intricate design known as…

  Susan Gallagher

  11 Dec 2020

  Story – fiction

  bog, draw home the turf, foot, stook, turf

• a love story (1)

  As I bent down, once again creating another stook I cursed my husband. Freaking turf, it was bad with the company of a man but all this bending and stretching in the dry wind on top of the bog was crap without him. I’ll get this row done and go see how the bog tea…

  Susan Gallagher

  19 Mar 2020

  Story – fiction

  footing, love, rural life, stook, turf