Yesterday we were so comfortable under our tree with the temperature reaching the upper thirties, that we decided to repeat it exactly.
We had the same shady tree, the same cool towels, the same book,the same man with the dog and the beer and the music, and the same harvester droning away, except that it had finished its work over the hill and had begun on the flats opposite.
This was not a good thing as it was just close enough so that the clouds of dust it was creating could spread and settle on our wet clothing, and find its way into every pore of the boat interior as well. Perhaps tomorrow we won’t try to repeat today after all.
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