of crates filled with leeks and kale, a simple
flat wagon, on the way to a market. He asked
us if we wanted a ride. We had worked manure
into the soil, though we had our doubts,
because had the animals that produced the
manure been fed organically? We had already
agreed not to go into biological dynamic
farming. Lunar phases and stuff. Agnès and
I sat close together beside the driver. No,
not a gorgeous sunset, rainbow or lightning,
but still romantic enough. But was I gonna
write about this? Not too much about myself.
Maybe I had to focus on that Jules character.
There was something about him. I came up
with the idea to go on a trip. Although it
was winter, but a friend of my mother was
building an herbal health farm somewhere in
Les Landes, that is to say, he was having
it built. They told us I could camp out
there. There wasn't more than a basement,
but there also was a shed and bags filled
with straw, where you could sleep on.
