AllTold

I disked up turnip
ground in the morning
Papa dug out four big
rocks out of spud ground
Papa got headake coming
home at noon in the wind.
We dident worke in afternoon
on acount of wind it blew
a hurricane, I went up to W.C.P's

Something about lying down in the heat of afternoon with the whir of a fan to lull you and no other sound but the distant murmur of traffic. The cottonwood came down thick today, populating the distance like snow in a blizzard. The ground is furred with it. On the stairs, clouds of it swirl in the wind of our passing. There are drifts of it in the tub.