Picture this. Alan is seeding and fertilizing the corn field right beside the Hill House. He is pulling a very large machine with the tractor. Ken and I are sitting on the back deck, watching the sunset and enjoying the lovely evening, as well as watching Alan work. The first truck that comes up the hill is Bill. He is here to ask Alan a question but as Alan is working, he sits to talk with us. Soon Brian arrives with his son Andrew, who is 10. Brian has come to put more fertilizer in the big machine, so Brian sets in to work too. Soon he comes to chat, and in between, he works. We have not seen them since the fall, but we have known them all since 1973 so the conversation is easy.
Soon Alan can not see well enough to plant so he comes to sit with us and have a drink, while Brian and Andrew continue the planting and fertilizing. We four talk cemeteries and funerals. Bill's step son died just that afternoon, and we had not seen Alan since Helen died, so we talk funerals and coroners and cemeteries. Brian can not finish, so he and Andrew join us outside. In typical country fashion, Andrew sits and listens and takes no part in the conversation. The men swap stories about cemeteries and how the grave site almost fell in due to the rain and how, when the ground is frozen it takes hours to dig the grave. It was great sport and very very funny. And very typically the farm and the Jays.
It is interesting to observe that we are all very comfortable together. We like them and they like us. I guess it is one reason we like living here.
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