The upwind neighbour is spreading chicken litter, if I go out I can't
breath. Pray for rain or change of wind. Please.

On a brighter note the morning was quite cool the other day. A big heap of
cut grass was quietly steaming.

Now comes the time of year when sacrifices must be made. The summer crops
are still producing but must make way for the winter ones soon if they are
to get a move on before the cold.

David