Horotane Valley

It’s autumn, we’ve had earthquakes and moss grows on the south side of mailboxes. The fruit trees are hedging their bets. The dog made an exhibition of herself when a fellow drove past towing a trailer. Or the exhibition may have been me, shrieking like a banshee at an elderly dog who should know better. I didn’t photograph the sign advertising tomatoes at ‘cheap prices’. I’ll be having a word with the growers about that instead. But as well as walking along and taking photographs and yelling at the dog I thought about stuff. Oh, well. It’s rather grey today.