Early in the morning I drive to work. Now that my co- worker is back on board I can be at my paid work by 7am. Though I am aiming for earlier – I do my best work in the morning.
Here is the road I drive to work on in the morning. So long and straight. I drink my coffee and let my mind drift away from mud and trouble and prickly relationships. I feel enormous relief when all the animals are fed and I am on the road.
I love working. Certainly at The Mill but all my life I have been lucky or picky or maybe easy-going enough to always have work I enjoy.
I am going to give the chickens an extra week. They are much slower growing than previously – I have created their diet myself this time: milk, corn from the mill, bread and sprouts. The grass is not as good as usual either – I did not get them as far as the hay field. I was going to send the men out to do one more cut but at this time of year it will need longer to dry and I cannot find a break in the rain.
If we get stuck I can always fence it and put the cows out there. I will only have five cows this winter but they still eat a lot. A ton a winter really.
If this went out last night by mistake I do apologize. I actually have no idea how that happened. But now you have seen the unfinished and then the finished product the only difference being words – more of them – you are the first people I talk to in the morning you know.
And now I must get to work. There is bread to be baked then the pigs then off into the world! My little world.