Sweet short clover flowers stood but a little way back; still nearer the hedges the grass was coarser, long, and wire-like.

Tall thistles stood beside the water furrows and beside the ditch, and round the hawthorn bushes that grew at intervals on the sward isolated from the hedge.

Loose flints of great size lay here and there among the grass, perhaps rolled aside surreptitiously by the stone-breakers to save themselves trouble.

Everything hot and dusty.

The clover dusty, the convolvulus dusty, the brambles and hawthorn, the small scattered elms all dusty, all longing for a shower or for a cool breeze.
The reapers were at work in the wheat, but the plain was so level that it was not possible to see them without mounting upon a flint heap.