November 15, 2012
Comments to: paulafhill@gmail.com
A holiday of some sort today. Woke up late as most people do
who have the chance to sleep-in. Thoughtfully there was a dinner-sized plate,
healthy cup, chillish milk (the type in the box needn’t be kept refrigerated)
largish sugar container, slightly mussed brown paper bag with a few smushy
rolls (sounds a bit horrid but actually quite tasty!) cheerful yellow plastic
container of butter and a tub of sweet
spread a bit like honey with larger bits of stuff (I know, a highly technical
term that only those of you with higher level of education will comprehend!) a partially
filled coffee thermos and a stool beside the firm chair for me to perch my
foot. How kind!
Sauntered over breakfast since my calendar is vacant today.
Hm.
Took myself over to the Horta (fields) meandering in memory
of the vast mounds of veggies and palms of mamao. Imagine the plump eggplants
hovering over the hearty green leaves, swaying in the slightest breeze. Stiff
Couve (kale) leaves umbrella white thin plastic nursing the rows of roots.
Perky green cherry tomatoes lurk under penetrating sticky shoots, the perfect
match for whomever is munching on the luscious nearly ripe round fruit…Buggers!
Young shoots of cukes lie awaiting their prime, plenty to go ‘round! The
neglected student farmer humps are loaded with rotting vegetables, hankering to
be plucked from their death.
Dedicated a few minutes to the luscious valley below. The
depth of promise in the farms beneath astounds and inspires me. Families
devoted to producing substantial amounts of food and livestock to feed the thin
to hefty multitudes. Who better to turn our hope and guardianship of the land
to than the diligent and resilient farmer? The land owner rarely accepts a holiday for the assaulted crops,
hungry stock and dry buds that refuse to open need attention. Thank you farmers
of the world!
As I march back to
the house on perfectly able feet, I wave and “berp, berp” at the crowds in the
chicken coops-tortuous traffic back and forth chasing and racing skedaddling
and screeching. Oh how I miss asking the “girls” for their daily egg production
numbers!
So, I lie on my bed, taking myself back and forth to the
fields and coops wondering where I end up tomorrow?
Only five more days until I get my final X-ray!
Happy Trails!
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