Daglan is in the Périgord Noir — the Black Périgord — section of the Dordogne. It’s called the Black Périgord for much the same reason as Germany’s Black Forest: It’s dense with trees, and particularly the holm oak (holly oak). But it’s good farming country too.
At this time of summer, with our intense blue skies and deep green everywhere, there are just the earliest signs of the harvests to come soon. The husks on the walnut trees are maturing; eventually they will fall to the ground (or be shaken down) and then will open, revealing the walnuts in their shells. But that’s not for a few weeks. The corn is getting quite tall and ready for harvest soon, and the fields of sunflowers are starting to wilt. The strawberries, of course, have been getting picked and sold for weeks and weeks.
But it’s the tobacco that’s getting harvested now. It’s cut close to the ground, piled onto flat-bed trucks, and carted off to the wooden drying shacks. Tobacco is actually an attractive plant (sorry about that whole “nicotine is highly addictive” thing), with large, dark green leaves that become yellow near the bottom of the stalk. So now we circle around tobacco trucks as we drive along the country roads.