
Lat night I walked through the barley fields for hours in my dreams, and my splendid companions were the flocks of starlings who have already acquired their yellow beaks and their winter stars. When I awakened this morning before sunrise, the ghosts of barley fragrance and fresh turned earth lingered in my nostrils from the night's wandering, and there was a feeling of autumn in these old bones.
The first Monday in August is a bank holiday here in the north, and this morning we are on our way back to Lanark. Coming home this evening, I shall stop at my friend Caroline's farm gate for some of her lovely organic produce, tiny new red potatoes, onions, summer squash, beets and corn. August is a time of earthy abundance, and it carries within itself the firm promise of fine fresh eating, cooler sunny days, long walks and skies full of stars at night.
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August is a very good month!
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