Day Two of abundant sunshine has dawned. So once again I will open up the North doors and shovel manure out onto the huge compost pile.
It is a long job, cleaning out the barns after the winter, but a much nicer job in the company of the sun.
The ground has hardened up a little so I hope to get in another load of hay tomorrow morning. These are huge thousand pound rectangles of hay, they will arrive on a semi and need a machine to shift them and we cannot do this in muddy conditions so I hope the forecast rain holds off. I am buying six. Let’s hope this gets me through to the summer.
With the big rectangles I can still cut a string and take the huge flakes and throw them on the back of the truck and drive the hay out to the cows then throw them over the fence. Everything is just so much bigger than the little bales but doable. And more cost effective.
There is talk of rain on Wednesday morning but hopefully it holds off.
Sunrise is at 6.30am now and sunset 5.45pm and with all the extra light the chickens are laying around two dozen eggs a day. So I have enough to sell and still some left over to boil for the fattening pigs. I delivered my first ten dozen eggs yesterday.
And so the season begins again.
On Thursday morning I will race back through the trains and underground walkways to the airport. I will have to leave very early. I am flying out to Texas where I am spending time in a charter school in Houston on Friday. The young people and I will use drama games to explore ways to harness the power of social media and blogging as a tool for voice.
In preparation for this class, I have asked myself why I write a daily blog. We often give ourselves answers that would sound educated and noble. But my reasons for blogging are threefold and pretty ordinary. A. I wanted to create a visual journal of the farm, a documentation of events, a farm diary as a reference. B. I wanted my family from all over the world to be able to pop into the blog at any time and see what Mama was doing. And B, once I got going, I realised that the people (you) who read the blog are company for me as an immigrant far from my own family, working alone on a farm. The comments become a focus for conversation during my days working alone. You soften and feed my days with words and metaphorical pats. So I continue to write as a tool of communication. A very ancient and deep need. Without you, the readers, and the comments you write and the likes you leave, this blog would have folded long ago as an empty thing.
This rising generation of young people need to train hard to use the impacts of the internet media for good. They need to make sure to harness it rather than be harnessed by it.
After the day at school my friend from Houston and I are driving over to Galveston to stay the weekend in her families beach house out there. I have never been to Galveston, Texas and am very much looking forward to it. All I know of Galveston is the song by Glenn Campbell. I have just discovered that it is an island! A long skinny island.
With lots and lots of beach.
There is internet there so I am hoping to continue the blog while at the beach. I am sure there will be tons of pictures for me to capture for you. And a different America for us to see.
This will be a grown up weekend – although I love visiting family this will be one of those breaks I take just for me. I love to travel and love seeing new places.
I hope you have a lovely day.
WEATHER: A good working day.