Day One Hundred Twenty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Neither Lyle nor myself sense the need or desire to depart… yet.

It was our day to help in the fields. So, we welcomed the time to be busy with our hands and to think. Besides, out there, we were that much closer to our next destination if we were forced to flee.

Spending time with the people has convinced Lyle that he at least needs to remain for their sakes.

I wish I could be as certain. But since I am not, it is best to stay put.

As the day wore on, we relaxed and left off looking over our shoulders. We ate our noontime meal with gladness.

It was the widow’s son who spotted the drone’s passage.


Day One Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A little late rising this morning. We sorted our day out quickly. I returned to the fields and took the widow’s son with me. Lyle left to attempt the west end again, this time via the fifth avenue entrance.

Though overcast at first, the sun burned through before lunch break. The aroma of the earth and growing things lifted our spirits.

The widow’s son joined the crew with which he will be working for the rest of the season. Their foreman pointed out the vast fields to the west of us, all worked by people from the west end. Their numbers appear much lower than ours.

Lyle was already home upon our return. He had shocking news – he sighted Stan.