Dear Marion,

Thank you for your spirited letter about the colorful chickens,
the high school rodeo and the concert with the Nyckelharpa,
experiences which are all of them beyond my most imaginative
dreams. I like very much the pictures of your house and of the
prairie at its feet. I wish your architect had designed my
parents' house in Virginia. I never imagined a prairie with
trees. I now have a vivid picture of where you are - or will be -
when you go to the Farm.

Margaret hasn't yet decided whether she wants to go to Konnarock.
Her first priority is to visit her beother Alex in Readfield ME,
a day trip which we will probably make on Sunday. I would enjoy
going to Virginia, but there's plenty to keep me busy here in 
Belmont, the negotiations with Tony Esposito which may prove
protracted, the preliminary inspection of my wiring by my electrician
Rex Rowley, entailing a visit to Nantucket, and then of course the
writing which has been waiting in the back of my mind.

Most recently I was distracted from Chapter 46 of the novel by 
theoretical excursions, which are unlikely to be of interest to you,
but which, if you feel the need to laugh, you may read at
http://home.earthlink.net/~ej1meyer/d110907.03
and
http://home.earthlink.net/~ej1meyer/d110907.04

The days, and especially the nights are beginning to get chilly.
I have an inkling that this year the transition to winter may prove
more sombre than heretofore.

Jochen