Rain today. We weeded Chile and tomatoes in the first half of the day, and after my bean lunch, we took two hoes and weeded out a run of blue corn each (Mario and I).
Wind had been picking up during the day, and as we finished each of our runs, we began feeling water drops fall on us. The wind was strong enough to fall the maize younglings, so we quickly set to push earth around each one.
By the end of one run, it was raining lightly but steadily, and the wind was a fresh tempest that did honor to the fast dark grey clouds above. As I walked off the field, I felt fresh and joyful, so I picked up my hoe and held up with both hands. As I extended my arms, I cut my right index finger with the metallic end, and so I asked Marisela for a Band-Aid, disinfected the wound with alcohol in the cabin, and put the Band-Aid on. On hiatus from the workday I took to writing. Now the rain sounds have stopped, the wind is slowed to a gentle breeze, and even the rooster is singing now. I imagine I'll be called back to work sometime soon.
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I wasn't called, so I called Mario, and he told me to meet him in the field again. The following tasks turned out to be much more diverse.
We were to transplant 22 tomato plants from black plastic pots into the field. To do that, we set up a new drip hose, which involved finding all the materials, deciding on a correct distance, hooking it up to the main cable, and staking the cable into the earth with metal hooks. Once that was done, we began transplanting the tomato plants. The process was fairly simple, though muddy. Dig a hole, take the plant out, spread out its roots, put it in the hole, water it generously, cover it up with field soil. That, 22 times. Then water on top again.
Mario had gone home by that time, but he'd tasked me with feeding the animals and collecting eggs at 6. So I did, and when I was returning with a dozen eggg, I was asked "Do you want to plant melons?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I said yes, and so I helped Adán and Pilar plant several kinds of melon and squash seeds all the way to the end of the newly-installed hose.
Then Adán invited me to drink and talk with him on his porch. Pilar and Ashley joined us for a while, and when obvious conversation topics had been exhausted, I came back home, made smashed potatoes for dinner, took a shower, and now I'm almost ready to sleep.
I feel quite content, and internally enriched here. I am curious though, about the 2 responses I'm expecting from people by email. Will I soon be far off? Time will tell, won't it...?
Wind had been picking up during the day, and as we finished each of our runs, we began feeling water drops fall on us. The wind was strong enough to fall the maize younglings, so we quickly set to push earth around each one.
By the end of one run, it was raining lightly but steadily, and the wind was a fresh tempest that did honor to the fast dark grey clouds above. As I walked off the field, I felt fresh and joyful, so I picked up my hoe and held up with both hands. As I extended my arms, I cut my right index finger with the metallic end, and so I asked Marisela for a Band-Aid, disinfected the wound with alcohol in the cabin, and put the Band-Aid on. On hiatus from the workday I took to writing. Now the rain sounds have stopped, the wind is slowed to a gentle breeze, and even the rooster is singing now. I imagine I'll be called back to work sometime soon.
...
I wasn't called, so I called Mario, and he told me to meet him in the field again. The following tasks turned out to be much more diverse.
We were to transplant 22 tomato plants from black plastic pots into the field. To do that, we set up a new drip hose, which involved finding all the materials, deciding on a correct distance, hooking it up to the main cable, and staking the cable into the earth with metal hooks. Once that was done, we began transplanting the tomato plants. The process was fairly simple, though muddy. Dig a hole, take the plant out, spread out its roots, put it in the hole, water it generously, cover it up with field soil. That, 22 times. Then water on top again.
Mario had gone home by that time, but he'd tasked me with feeding the animals and collecting eggs at 6. So I did, and when I was returning with a dozen eggg, I was asked "Do you want to plant melons?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I said yes, and so I helped Adán and Pilar plant several kinds of melon and squash seeds all the way to the end of the newly-installed hose.
Then Adán invited me to drink and talk with him on his porch. Pilar and Ashley joined us for a while, and when obvious conversation topics had been exhausted, I came back home, made smashed potatoes for dinner, took a shower, and now I'm almost ready to sleep.
I feel quite content, and internally enriched here. I am curious though, about the 2 responses I'm expecting from people by email. Will I soon be far off? Time will tell, won't it...?
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