Along the way I passed a power pole with nails and tacks from years of electioneering. All the signs have blown or rotted away, as will the ones to come in October-November.
It’s harvest time south of Tucson, and the first thing to do is get the nuts into rows. A tractor pulls them in from the sides with big rotating brushes, while on its tail, a blower moves the ones too close to the trees to reach, blows them into the next aisle.
Then a huge vacuum cleaner lifts the nuts, separates out the leaves and sprays them into its trailer.