The strawberry season has come to an end, for most of us. This is not the case in my neighbouring farmer’s kitchen vegetable garden. These berries have steadfastly ignored the arrival of what appears to be an early autumn. Row upon row of these beautifully coloured berries are nestling under the protection of deep green leaves. Our neighbours, Fernand and Jeanette, are recently retired from their ceaseless labour as dairy farmers, yet every piece of land that they have retained is carefully tended to produce a yearly cycle of wonderful fruit and vegetables. The strawberry patch lies just behind the back wall of our courtyard garden, and was created with the rich,dark earth that was excavated in the creation of our small swimming pool. Before the excavation, some 6 years ago, the “townie” in me was concerned with where we could “dump” the earth, as we only have a tiny terrain with no room for the pyramid that would have been created by 100 cubic metres of earth. At that point I had not assimilated the culture of the countryside where waste is anathema and where a use is found for everything. The strange sight of twinkling CD’s strung up in the fruit trees, acting as bird frighteners, seems to be part of an alien technology. What opportunity do farmers have for relaxing with a CD? As each tree sports a dozen or more discs, it appears that they not only have the opportunity but also an insatiable appetite for music and movies, throwing out the empties like nutshells from a squirrel’s nest.