A New Crop

Another azure arc over chickens, piglets, tomatoes, kale, squash, corn and fields of hay. And beets and radishes and pigweed. The horses gum bunches of clover, leaving your fingers somewhat battered. Oliver believes he is within his rights to maul Willow and Farquar, two innocent canine bystanders, Farkie an English Mastiff four times his size. My feet covered with farm dirt.Tomorrow, a radio interview with a Vermont station, an Orphanmaster talk special for a group of seniors and other friends, and then — canning.

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