Circles in the crops and sky-high geometry

For the second of Cider Days, spatch drove me and rushthatspeaks out to the Pioneer Valley where we visited an orchard, a used book store, and a purveyor of delicious barbecue. We had originally planned to visit his father as well, but illness in the family intervened. I had barely slept thanks to unmanaged pain thanks to the delinquent state of American healthcare and left my camera at home, but had nonetheless a wonderful time.

( Am I just wishing stones were standing? )

So I had sunlight and cider and stone walls and new books and both of my husbands and a long day, but a good one despite the body I had to have it in. The clocks change tonight. I have a theory of sleep.