It was cold and rainy Monday. October was gone, November was here, time for winter in the north country. The furnace was broken, but a repairman from the gas company came out early and as the apartment is small, by 10:30 it was warming up nicely.
I went downtown around noon; the Democrats were holding a pre-election day rally on Church Street, in front of city hall. I’m not a Democrat, but as Chauncy Gardner said, “I like to watch.” I’d seen the Republican rally on Saturday and figured I may as well subject myself to the whole course of treatment.
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Altered Harvest
The vegetables stopped coming last week. This year Adrienne and I bought a farm subscription and for a scandalously low price we received a half-bushel of organic vegetables, starting in late spring, running through summer and into autumn.
It’s a good deal for us, but hard work for the farmers. The words “organic farm” hold no magic for people who engage in organic agriculture and sweat out the warm months trying to outmaneuver bugs and blights without resorting to heavy doses of pesticides.
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