The mailbox in front of the Studio Barn. When you live with Maria, things look different.

Getting ready for the “Going Home” video, going up in a few minutes. Still raining, but we sense sun, which has to appear eventually.  Rose went down in the pasture this morning, struggling to use her rear legs. Off to the vet this morning.

Drove by a farmer sitting by his truck yesterday and I pulled over to ask him what was up. His potato and corn crop were entirely destroyed by the flooding last week and the subsequent rains this week. Crops touched by floodwater can not be sold, and the rest rotted.

How are you? I asked. Good, he said. It’s the life I chose. My brothers and sisters all went off to the city. I stayed here. Nobody made me do it, so I have no right to complain about it. I shook his hand.

Simon’s bray today goes to him: