A well-oiled machine

A well-oiled machine

A bright autumn afternoon. What more could I ask for? It’s the last Tuesday of September, our weekly harvest day, just like all the Tuesdays that have come before it since June. Except today I’m a little under the weather, what with the cold, damp mornings finally catching up to my nose and throat. I’ll survive, but I’d sure like my health back, so I don’t have to miss out on too much of the day’s activities. I’m hanging back a bit, managing the day from the shadows, and watching it go by.