Saturday, April 17.
Heres’ a list of things I don’t want to write about today:
The mass shooting at a Fed Ex facility in Indianapolis
The Derek Chauvin trial
Immigrants at the border
How I’m feeling
Which leaves us with little to chat about. It’s either the weather, which is gray and cool and not very exciting or the John’s pizza I ate last night, which was delicious. But I can’t write about the pizza because that would involve admitting that I sat inside a restaurant, and pandemic talk is off limits today. I…
Farm Blog 2019, part 43
Wild turkeys in my yard. They are everywhere.
The blog is ending. Time’s up and I’ve run out of things to say.
The last few days of August are always the same. The weather here in Wellfleet switches to fall, it’s cold in the morning and I need a sweatshirt. As I wait for the day to warm up (it will), I think about what comes next. I’ll be back to work in a few days, meeting sixty new freshpeople who will become my art students. Three hundred plus days before my next long break…
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