Friday, June 30, 2006
Another Day Goes by, in a blough
Morning,
Scrambled eggs and bacon,
I can’t eat these eggs,
I ate toast,
It was rather tasty.
The day didn’t go without a hitch, but that is the day here at the Iroquois Farm. Our benefactor showed to inform us that some guy was to come and do something with the fields across the road, or the southern acreage, which is fine, as long as we get at least something from it, as we were not given the opportunity to plant corn.
Mahlon again amazes me, with his unbelievable penchant for the sublime and ridiculous. What ever we have suggested he has said, you could do that, and then he comes along and does his best to ensure that we can’t do that. I have begun to just do what needs to be done, and let him deal with the repercussions.
There is a resounding air of resonance around here.
Everything is so up in the air, and reverberating.
We need to stabilize the lines between our eyes.
To find the balance that will produce the harvest years.
Any way, things are starting to go; we had some business this evening, but not quite enough to help us pay the bills. We really need to find some people willing to pitch in a few dollars for a portion of our profits, or some other such thing, just till we can make arrangements to purchase equity in the farm.
We got more planted in the kitchen garden, and nothing in field 2, which has such a short window before the moon turns. Next year will be different. We have many plans, but they could not be put in place until we have a better deal with the organization (C.A.R.I.).
If we can get the greenhouse done, and at least the rest of the tomatoes in field 2, that would make me happy. We couldn’t invest in the seed to plant out the rest of the field, so we will have to make do, and let it go for now. I really want to start work on the stage, the dock, and the private grove before august if business allows.
Things may change tomorrow.
I can feel the September breeze.
I can see the time is still ticking by January.
There is no end to this, if we can.
If we can, if we can, only set ourselves free.
So much to do yet, coming yet…
-James-
Scrambled eggs and bacon,
I can’t eat these eggs,
I ate toast,
It was rather tasty.
The day didn’t go without a hitch, but that is the day here at the Iroquois Farm. Our benefactor showed to inform us that some guy was to come and do something with the fields across the road, or the southern acreage, which is fine, as long as we get at least something from it, as we were not given the opportunity to plant corn.
Mahlon again amazes me, with his unbelievable penchant for the sublime and ridiculous. What ever we have suggested he has said, you could do that, and then he comes along and does his best to ensure that we can’t do that. I have begun to just do what needs to be done, and let him deal with the repercussions.
There is a resounding air of resonance around here.
Everything is so up in the air, and reverberating.
We need to stabilize the lines between our eyes.
To find the balance that will produce the harvest years.
Any way, things are starting to go; we had some business this evening, but not quite enough to help us pay the bills. We really need to find some people willing to pitch in a few dollars for a portion of our profits, or some other such thing, just till we can make arrangements to purchase equity in the farm.
We got more planted in the kitchen garden, and nothing in field 2, which has such a short window before the moon turns. Next year will be different. We have many plans, but they could not be put in place until we have a better deal with the organization (C.A.R.I.).
If we can get the greenhouse done, and at least the rest of the tomatoes in field 2, that would make me happy. We couldn’t invest in the seed to plant out the rest of the field, so we will have to make do, and let it go for now. I really want to start work on the stage, the dock, and the private grove before august if business allows.
Things may change tomorrow.
I can feel the September breeze.
I can see the time is still ticking by January.
There is no end to this, if we can.
If we can, if we can, only set ourselves free.
So much to do yet, coming yet…
-James-
