They have closed my road

As you know we live about a mile from a highway and I intended to drive the  Free Green Dodge down my little road and to the big road and park it  on the family land that borders the highway and sell my asparagus and plants. It is quite a busy little highway. (a car almost every five minutes or so)  Legally I can only sell what I grow  on the farm FROM the farm I grow it ON. I have to be very careful to be absolutely legal because I am a foreigner, and green card or not, foreigners get different treatment from the police here. They scare me a little. So parking it by the field at the end of our lane would have worked perfectly.

But very quietly, while the bees noisely collected the pollen from  the apple blossoms,  and I moved my stock about, and brushed Daisy, and watered my plants and picked my asparagus, construction men in their bright orange vests crept out from under their rocks yesterday, and without warning, firmly closed off the highway to the east of my country lane  AND the highway to the west of my country lane.  Ours is the only house on this lane. 

A mile on each side of my road is closed. To get OUT I have to go backwards and follow a convoluted grid of confusing and endlessly samey country roads. To get HERE anyone will be lost. There will be NO passing traffic on the highway let alone down my country road for most of the summer. No-one will see my fresh vegetables sign and no-one will see my Free Green Dodge truck laden with asparagus and tomatoes and beans and stowaway cats and .. Oh well.

God said No. Such is life. Back to the drawing board. I can let four of the asparagus beds go to fern (it actually is good for them) and just pick the rest for my regular people.  I picked 8 pounds yesterday.  John has taken most of that to work, his mates have been waiting for the asparagus season.  But no selling from the Free Green Truck.

We cannot always determine or predict the turns in our life’s road. Unless you are in road construction then you can cut off other peoples roads with broad smiley unapologetic smiles. I can only drive South down another dusty gravel road. The bridge to the North is gone, fallen into the creek that is now a ditch,  no point going in that direction.  East and West are closed. So NO-ONE will be coming in THIS direction. 

Kupa and I will become like the faeries. People will think they saw us, but they won’t.  They will say, what happened to that woman with the cows that did not match and the sheep that was forever pregnant. Did you ever hear again of that little foreign lady who lived out in the swamp with her dog and all those roosters and her fat pig that would pull a red wagon with a cat sat in it. Sure you heard about that I have the postcard somewhere.   And that overgrown garden and the peacocks wild in the trees.  You could barely see her house for all those flowers and trees, what she needed was a good lawn mower and a chainsaw.

What ever happened to her?  Maybe we should hitch up that old nag and go over the broken fields and see if she is still there. I hear they cut off all her roads.  And her husband has been driving in circles for years trying to find his way home.  I saw him in the bar the other day. They say she just lives on asparagus and honey and eggs and cheese, waiting for the roads to be finished but that could be years, you know what those road-workers are like. What ever happened to her? Can you remember her name?

Good morning!

It is a calm overcast morning so far and quiet except for the deafening wild birds in my trees.  So I guess it is not really quiet.   Daisy and Queenie have finally made friends and are standing on the concrete yards waiting to be let out onto the grass. Mama is standing heftily with her head through her gate watching the kitchen doors.  Hairy MacLairy is still sleeping.  And four cats are lined up on the verandah watching for any sign of movement. I am starting even earlier today so I can get as much done as I can. Time is moving faster lately.  TonTon can be heard shuffling at the French Doors, trying to get his nose around the handle to open the door and let everyone in.

Kupa was quiet and sweet all day yesterday. Eventually he allowed me close enough to put some feed on the ledge beside him and then he rose and delicately moved closer to eat. He was  sitting on the edge of the nesting box or on his roost every time I checked. He is taking his time.  He has a big pen but I think he is used to being in quite a small one as he spent all yesterday in his one wee corner looking out the window, ignoring the bowl of feed on the floor.

Good morning. I hope you have a lovely day.

celi