It was a quiet walk; I saw nobody and no animals, although there were deer tracks in the mud. The University has quite a lot of grain standing but it’ll be a while before it can be harvested because of the wet ground. In the old days a horse and equipment made hardly a dent in the ground but the modern tractors would be stuck if they attempted to work in the fields at the moment.
I wished I’d had a camera. I heard the familiar honking of geese and, when I looked upwards, I saw two V formations and, as they came towards each other they formed a perfect capital W. It was an amazing sight. Seeing as I couldn’t take a picture, I’ll have to make do with this one from the spring. Now that’s parenting overload.
It's getting close to departure time for Cambodia and I'm now officially in "panic mode". I had to be reminded today that I was leaving on a Saturday. I usually get a day in my head and it's totally wrong.
I made four stops on the way to having lunch with Priscilla; she's been adopted by Cambodian friends as she's been three times with various dental groups. The young students she knew in the beginning are now married with their own families so she always wants to know what they are up to. This time she told me that one of them plans on coming to Canada next year. He is coming in the winter because he wants to experience cold and snow.
After lunch I drove back to the farm and changed to work in the garden. For the first time in a week the temperature was a pleasant 9C but the garden is still like a bog. I pulled all the bean vines from the fences and either the goats or the sheep will enjoy them. The tomatoes are hidden under layers of old mats, blankets and tarps as we are getting frost in the evening. I was told that all the squash had been collected but I found another six which will please Jenny. There are a lot in the garden but they belong to people who have a row each planting season. I have no idea if they people have decided they aren't gardening any more. Last year I picked some because I thought they were abandoned and this spring the owner of the row said that someone had stolen all her squash.
I found some shaggy parasol mushrooms in the lawn so I found a bucket and went mushroom hunting. So now I know what I'm having for tea - mushrooms in a white sauce on toast.
