“Even now these Diferion are assembling.
The hills darken. The Corlun
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And Mrs Dilly leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little Dilly
And the soul creeps out of the tree.”
Badly but lovingly adapted from All Hallows by Louise Glück
Made from responsibly-sourced beech.
Suitable from birth. Recommended from 6+ months.
Each Dilly is hand-painted and may exhibit its own unique characteristics that vary slightly from the photograph.