You are on a small meadow on the hillock. This seems to be where the folk of Clover have their picnics. From the sound of manly crooning accompanied by girlish titters, you deduce it also where the local lasses receive the attentions of their suitors. Scattered trees and trimmed hedges provide the green with shadynooks and pivate arbors. The hillock continues north, while the path west will take you back to the village.