To contemplate is to plow; to think is to act. Crossed arms work, folded hands do.
The beginning of the plowing has started and the red soils of the Lot still have as much effect on me when they are turned over. I love the poetry of the delicate graphic of hatched earths and stones which rise to the air with a white belly.
I wish you a good come back in all that you have to do, plow, sow, water, and soon harvest 🙂
A good week,
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