So, I am sitting in a cafe in Chicago. Yes! I have run away from home for the weekend. Though I have to run back to the farm fairly shortly because my friend is bringing Tima back around 11 am and the hay man is turning up at 4pm.
I am buying in 15 bales of mixed round bales. A mix of grass, clover and alfalfa. We will stock pile these in the back of the West Barn. I have learnt never to turn down hay. There is no such thing as too much hay. It will cost two weeks wages but is worth the investment.
It has been lovely to wander about the hot streets of the city. Weirdly restful actually.
When I am away from home I eat no meat and the city has a plethora of vegetable options. Lots of tasty food and interesting ideas. Dehydrated sweetcorn kernels in a salad. Dehydrated mulberries! Yum. Beautiful Asian dressings and last night I had gnocchi with Gorgonzola cheese rolled into the gnocchi then drowned in a vodka sauce. Quite divine but really rich! They also roll spinach into the gnocchi- I will be trying that at home!
It will be interesting to see how Tima is. She will have to go on a diet for a while, last time I saw her she was way too fat, so we will have to make sure she cannot escape and ransack the sheds.
Poor Tane – he was enjoying bachelorhood.
This picture is on the wall in this cafe. Imagine those days. What a smell! All those animals.
It is important to keep the past close and not pretend things never happened. Weirdly, by facing our pasts with open eyes we can move forward into the future with more confidence.
There is an enormous world map on the wall here at the cafe.
I have been missing home a lot lately. Truthfully it is mainly due to the political rhetoric.
New Zealand is in the Pacific Ocean – and bordered by the Tasman too but we are greatly affected by the vast warm gentle ocean of the Pacific. In fact Pacific means peaceful. This is not to say we are not warriors too. I feel a longing for less, I don’t know, less nastiness, less side taking, I feel like I am an observer in an awful battle. Drawn in my proximity. And believe me – the battle is being waged in my own house – with opposing beliefs – and that is hard to live in.
Time to run for my train. I feel so rested after spending time with my friend and the city.