This week has been a whirlwind of farm work, a trip to a neighboring village and coming home to catch up online before going to bed. Yesterday I was so tired I slept through the first alarm. That NEVER happens. So I know the work is kicking my butt. That is good!
I am much happier when I am working, and working outdoors is so healthy for you body and soul. It is kind of rejuvenating after too many months cooped up!
In honor of this being the LORD’s Day, I am sharing some raw poorly taken pics of a church.
I would love to go and check out this relatively new church in Balenovac, but every time we pass it we are on our way to another village for important (but not that important) business. This time it was picking up sour cherry seedlings. Side note… Balenovac means bales of money. This town is for the ballers!
Whizzing past the many fields in route to Baba’s house we see loads of village folk out planting, throwing fertilizer and such. The fields are filled with reddened faces and necks as the last week has been absolutely gorgeous.
We planted another 200+ sour cherry flavored sticks with roots in the past few days. No wonder we are so tired! Flies have plagued us and bit up my muz pretty bad. Papa and I kept on the long sleeves and have avoided the brunt of the ravenous little piranha like flies. Later at night, as I was closing my eyes to sleep, I saw the bothersome pest up in my face as I drifted off to sleep.
Still, I can’t complain. The fresh air and gorgeous view is better than any office job.
This is certainly not an office approved activity.
If I had a normal 9-5, the possibility of seeing a flock of ducks fly over a large pool of water is pretty slim.
Other things not on the agenda of a “day job”:
Watching butterflies flitting around the face of our dog buck as he runs to catch up with the tractor after exploring something nose first.
Walking on a dirt road.
Learning how not to plow a field. Apparently, some people think it is o.k. to plow into the dirt road to expand their fields… Bad idea! lol P.S. it wasn’t me.
Getting a history lesson on location is out of the question for a normal J.O.B. I get these sometimes when I sit on the back of the tractor with Papa. Just after we past the pool of water above there is an old abandoned brick shack. When I asked what it was and got an interesting lesson. It was an old WWI magazine. This was the site of a hidden stock of ammunition! He continued to tell me about how many men from each village left to fight. And then about the progression of communism. Even with the language barrier being like a barbed wire fence. Lot of data gets through. 😉
All in all, working on the farm and taking pics along the way seems like a nice way to live. At least for now. 😉