cut and dry
and just like that i'm home again. did some roofing on emerson's shanty yesterday, and there's discussion of building me a shack before winter hits heavy. it's coming. the air is cooler, the clouds lower and things are greening up. pace is slowing down, warmth feels good again and the mushrooms are sprouting. i carry the audubon field guide in my pocket, and a knife. no wallet, no keys, no identity more than the one i choose. morning was spent cutting and hanging tobacco, getting reacquainted with the plants. this afternoon we pick walnuts. it's harvest time.