All the kitchens along Brambly Hedge were warm and busy.
Hot soups, punches and puddings bubbled, and in the ovens pies browned and sizzled.
Clover and Catkin helped Mrs Apple string crabapples to roast over the fire. The boys had to sit and watch because they ate too many.
"It's not that I mind, dears, but we must have SOME left for the punch!"
Brambly Hedge Winter Story ~ Jill Barklem
xx Em
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