In the interim, life goes on (thank goodness) here in the Back of Beyond with life’s usual apparently trivial tasks punctuated by “Well, the clinic finally got flu shots,” and “That’s better,” as this person looks at the former “bean field” which was slapped together as needed last summer and is now a better design with a stronger fence, waiting for next year. I got four more beans from Li Ho yesterday after the hard frost, beautiful big perfect beans that may or may not have been ready to harvest.
The stress of our historical moment bears down as always with a momentary escape to the Big Empty with Bear and the flight of Sandhill Cranes. The herd of pretty Herefords has not left the pasture, and I’m glad because I like them very much. Yesterday I saw some young ones, steers, headed ultimately toward that great “Grass Fed Beef” package in the sky, but in the meantime they’re living large.
The wind has cleared the smoke from the sky and fires in the north have been seriously slowed by a snow dump in the last few days. I suspect we in the San Luis Valley are looking at a dry, open winter which isn’t good for agriculture, but is probably good for people dodging the virus.
In other news? Well, there isn’t any.