Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Busy busy busy

I have to say that I find it strange that people buy farms for more relaxed lifestyles. Well... maybe it's more a reference to the stress levels on the farm than anything else. Because sitting pretty and relaxing isn't an option.

My brothers are all tending to animals. My mom and I are handling the guest house renovation and now, picking and packing figs.

Perhaps the fact that we're so busy is because the farm was uninhabited for seven years. Very little infrastructure survived, so we're having to put everything back together. Which means that although we now have pick-ups and quads, working on the farm isn't unlike what the first settlers here must have experienced.

We do, however, have tv and internet to keep us warm at night.

But yeah... it's almost 2 pm right now, and my butt is dragging. It's hard work to pick and orchard clean.

Still, I'm not really going to rest too much right now. I have a ton of writing, editing and needlepointing to do.

What are you up to today?

7 comments:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Wow you have a lot on your plate right now!! Here's hoping that you are able to squeeze in some naps somewhere :)

Annalisa Crawford said...

I'm not sure 'busy' is the word! It must be fun watching it all take shape though.

Stephen Tremp said...

My grandpa had a five acre farm with chickens and sheep and growing veggies. I remember that place was a lot of work. I'm thankful for farmers and grocer stores. Makes my life so much easier.

Murugi Njehia said...

Oh, i can almost relate.My mum has a farm, with cows, goats and still does crop farming! She is always up and down ...and when we get there, we also instantly become busy! :-)

Mike Keyton said...

Your day sounds packed, Misha. Bear in mind the opposite can be worse

Connie Keller said...

Several of my relatives owned dairy farms, so I know how much work any kind of farm is. Up before dawn, and then work, work, work.

I hope you get all the figs picked quickly.

Cate Masters said...

We live near an orchard, and I feel for those workers - out there tending the trees in every season, even the dead of winter. Brr.