The Folly of Cartography
...plus winter rye planting and unappealing, yet perfectly suitable crops
With little threat of rain these past few weeks, we’ve engaged in the tendency to leave things out. Every dawn I ward off the morning chill with a flannel, and by the time I’ve made it to the second half of my chores it ends up hung up on some fence somewhere as the cool night air is burnt off by the lower angled September sunrise. Mowing around a few t…