impermanence

The cows have headed back to Clarendon. I finished mowing the last small field yesterday, and now the tractor has departed as well. Finished up the wood pile the other day. It's sort of like a New England version of a Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala. There's a lot of work involved in putting it together, but it ultimately all just turns to ash.

Grasshopper-
Do not trample to pieces
the pearls of bright dew.
Issa