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On August XIX
Celestial blue Limpid air filled by bird song Urgent work called for . n.b. On these sunny days there is much to do in preparation for winter months. Those who need to move on before winter gather their strength for travel; those who are to remain scavenge, store, repair while the weather and light is Read more
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On August XVIII
Atlantic weather Front follows front follows front Tears for Summer’s end . CLP 28/08/2019 Read more
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On August XVII
Grass turned to hay bales Turf open again to sky Crows stalk the stubble . n.b. The corvids leave the pasture in flower to other creatures, but as soon as the ground is clear they descend, spread themselves out, (respecting each others’ personal space), and start grubbing about searching for leather jackets and other insect Read more
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On August XVI
It is a little late in the year to make hay Intense heat reduces to rain too frequently Morning dew takes encouragement to lift Cloud cover sitting like a cosy duvet on night-warmed bed has to be dragged off by the Sun So the hours available to flick and line up the mowings are few Read more
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On August XV
Morning’s welcome cool Canvas sky hangs limp and pale Ragwort bright as Sun . CLP 26/08/2019 Read more
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On August XIV
All day I hear the machine marching Its tramping approach Its tramping retreat The slow about-turn before the hawthorn hedge Tempo unwavering Relentless chomp, chomp, champ Regulation clunk, clang, rattle Persistant whirl and blow The repeated beating down of ripe wheat Blades tearing through the stalks The cutting and threshing of the combine harvester Wheezing Read more
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