I'm in the back garden dead heading the climbing roses when I hear the geese. At first I think they're going to fly along the coast but they dog leg over the rock stack and head right over the house. They're low. In fact they're so low I can see their eyes. I'd always assumed goose honks were identical but each one has its own pitch and timbre. As they pass I can feel the air pressure change from the flapping of their wings. This is as primeval a sensation as you can get.
The wheat is harvested and bailed. The farmer and youngest son have now made a start on cutting the potato stems down to ground level. Tomorrow, with the stems removed, they'll make a start on digging up the potatoes. Daughter is still in Jackson Hole with the tall American boy but is due back mid-week to start law school. The boys family own a ski resort. This to the famers Presbyterian ears sounds vaguely disreputable and on a par with owning an opium den. " What sort of business is that ?" I'd hazard a guess that he'd find any suitors family to be questionable but keep this thought to myself. He is however in a good mood. The price for the farmers wheat and potatoes are the best he's ever got and more than justify the cost of the new combine harvester. Crop yields down south have been hit by the arid conditions and prices have risen sharply.
Impressions of a Chinese tourist in Washington :https://themandarinfrontier.substack.com/p/three-visions-of-beijing-epliogue
Dining in Florence : https://emikodavies.substack.com/p/is-overtourism-killing-florencesPainting in Sardinia :https://corkscrewnomad.substack.com/p/watercolor-trip-through-sardinia
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