Thursday, July 15, 2004

Tis the Season

It's that time of year again. For 24 hours a day, here in my country, the lovely sounds of silence, or crickets, or frogs, are overcome by the deep vibrating thrums coming from the power units that pump the irrigation water for the pivots and miles of polypipe. Even from a quarter of a mile away you can hear/feel these diesel sucking motors drawing the water up from the nether regions.

It's also the season for canning vegetables that have to be picked and prepared even though it's hot enough to melt wax outdoors. I'd better get started on those peas I shelled last night.


There's something oddly satisfying about seeing the end results of your work.

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