November grass

“She stood up, facing the wind.

It’s surely going to rain, she thought. First the November grass would be cleaned of dust. Then it would be destroyed, rooted and beaten into he drenched earth. It would do good there, too. It would be a kind covering for the pale new grass.”

last lines from: November Grass by Judy Van Der Veer

I finished the wonderful November Grass, vignettes of tender and compassionate life of barns and hills in a rural California.

I’m rereading The Brothers Karamazov.I’m just at the beginning. I started Alif, the unseen by G. Willow Wilson.

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