there's usually a point at which the new stuff becomes very real...you spend winter deciding and planning, and everything is pounds, pence, euros and cents, metres and feet apart, and compass alignments, then two things happen
the bill comes (last week)
then the stuff comes....monday, noon, the posts and wire for the vineyard arrive
8 tons of metal
Friday, February 29, 2008 at 5:07 PM
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