It is sunny up here on the hill; all around
storms are gathering in the valleys and autumn has already rattled the trees.
Only one road rises from those valleys and
cross the hill and though one or two people drive too fast along that road
heading to cities far away, most of the folk stay on the hill.
They are not complicated.
They prefer the tractor to the car.
Though sometimes they cross the forest and
fight with the police.
Today the tractors are on the move: it is
almost time to pick the grapes that the late September sun has been so kind to.
At the side of a barn, Michelmas Daisies
stretch towards the sunlight.
I should have taken a photo.
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