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May, 2000:
A man and his bean poles.
Gardens go in and weeding begins.
The apple mash that's been fermenting all winter is carted away and boiled in the brass 'calzane.'
There's a line of families waiting to use the tuica sheds, so those whose turn it is must work all night, tending the fires and turning the crank to keep their mash from burning.
Their 100 proof home brew comes out one fiery drop after another.
Storks raise their portentous brood on any available electric pole. They seem to like the towns more, staying out of most villages.
Dusting off the scythe.
A neighbor leaves us a flower before one of our road trips.
Like a flock of ducklings, we offered one a ride to school and 12 swarmed in.
Retired guys take a fortnight's vacation to the resort town of Ocna Sugatag. They have hot salt water baths.
The government runs this spa as a medical treatment facility. So they get free labor from the local armed forces. This detail has just finished painting the fences blue.
They Roma (gypsy) caravans have begun rolling through the villages.
Henry's mother and step father came to visit. They got into the local spirit of things.
We explored the hillsides behind Ocna Sugatag looking for Demian's flock of sheep.
My mother enjoys the company of one of the few surviving lambs.
Demian explains how they sleep at night: four guys in a shed.
Geese protecting their nesting sites think their the top of the food chain.
Yup, they do it here too.
Like the tuica sheds, the vīltoare are packed for spring cleaning.
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Time for planting. Time for hoeing. Time for getting
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