It's a Life

It's been a whirlwind of a week. Farm life has 80's tones. This old house has sloping floors and the sheds and bookshelves are filled with things from previous decades. For the first week we had only one tape and one speaker so I repeatedly heard Paul Simon sing "These are the days of miracle and wonder,this is the long distance call."

Now things are starting to swing as my body learns to handle this life. No longer nervous around the creepy gang of pervert-weirdo chickens that are more free range than I am. My back is stronger and new muscles are getting sore and recovering every day - thumbs, wrists, balls of my feet. The pent up energy I had to do things, to exert myself fully has been spent building plotting digging pushing shimmying hammering lifting paddling climbing.


Always always outside except feeding time, three times a day when I stuff my face with the freshest home grown holy goodness I've ever had the pleasure of mowing down. And then sleeping time. Like a hefty log. It's a pretty good life if you like the simple things.