We have been working in the fields for the last several days. It is hard labor, but the beauty that surrounds us is so great that the load is lightened. As I sit on the back of the tractor, I gaze up at the blue sky and see planes on their way to somewhere. A hawk glides through the air and then pumps the massive span up and down. I hear the wings in the wind.
Not just this part of my day that is beautiful. I spend so much time with family working as a team. It is really a special opportunity, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. 😉
My day starts getting the munchkin and I ready, gathering all we need for the village. Today there is some old food we can give to the dog, cat, and pigs. There are strips of bright-colored clothe I will tie around the seedlings we need to plant. color camouflage accounts for many left somewhere on the ground. A wasted of time and energy after caring for them for a year in the nursery.
Our ride to the village has me in the back with the little one and hubby navigating the winding hilly roads. Munchkin likes to tell Daddy to go fast.
Our hound greats us happily as we get out of the car, and we go into the warmth of the wood stove to see what Baba has prepared. She is always crafting something so good. Kurpin Deda is one of my favorite treats.
It is milk, egg, and cheese drizzled over day old bakery bread and baked. She topped it with sesame seeds. YUM!
Munchkin finds her kitty, and Baba dotes on both of them. Here kitty gets to taste the yummy fresh pudding she has just made.
After some prep, the hubby and I make it to the field. Replanting trees and some large-scale pruning is in order. One large forest tree is blocking light from our growing seedlings, and we have to trim and remove the branches.
A pleasant surprise awaits us as we get to the field, the clanging of sheep bells greets us and just over the hill I find a small flock of nervous sheep.
The call of the cuckoo bird and the sheep bells are the background music to the work. When we finish in one field, we move to another. I look on at the village from the back of the tractor.
Well planned rows of sprigs turned trees are becoming brawny. Soon we will see the fruits of out labor.
As the sun wanes, we return to the house. I take off my mud caked boots and change out of the field warn clothes. Munchkin greets me with a smile and “MOMMY!”
We all sit down to a well planned feast. Salads, soup, fresh bread and lots of meat. All fresh from the farm.
Dobar dan y’all!
stock foto from last Christmas… I cheated.
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Whilst I’m beating the hell out of my keyboard to pay for my food, you’re getting loads of fresh air, growing your own and eating things that grew right where you are. Sigh. Perfect!
It’s like a different world! 🙂 Still, I’d probably starve if I had to grow my own food 😉
I’ve very good at drinking fermented grape juice. Maybe we should set up a vineyard.
Now THAT I’d be interested in 😉 We could get Pecora involved – and Mrs Sensible to watch that we didn’t drink all the profits 😉
That sounds like a brilliant idea! How can you go wrong with wine in Italy!?
Exactamundo – see? I’m already practising my Italian (or Turtle) 🙂
Oh, we do make our own wine. But it isn’t anything to toot our own horn about. It makes a nice spritzer though. Pop over for a few bottles! Both of you! Blog party on the farm! I am sure it could make for some fun posts!
Fantastic idea!
And you probably have a nice mani and pedi and I have scragly talons and legs so hairy I could be a cat. 😉 It isn’t sexy work, but there is a lot of down time!
Are you kidding? I could grate cheese with my feet, girl 🙂
I laughed out loud at that. Just after the last comment, I had a long soak, and grated some cheese and shaved..No longer fury. I feel much better. now for a cup of tea.
Good for you. There’s nothing like a bit of “me time” to feel up to scratch. Son to speak. Big hugs xx