Happy 10.10.10 or 10/10/10! However you slice it, it’s a cool day.
Yesterday our family headed out to the Birsmatte farm where we have our vegetable co-op to fulfill our obligation of labor in exchange for cheaper veggies. We didn’t plan much how we’d work and take care of Joseph at the same time, and I think it was better that way. We just went with the flow. I think I would have been intimidated by the thought of nursing Joseph while squatting in the fields or wielding a hoe while carrying Joseph on my chest, but it all seemed to work out when it had to. At first we parked him by the well-traveled path and went into the fields almost out of ear-shot. That might have worried the strongest Free-Range Kid mom and I wasn’t so happy with it myself. We ended up carrying the stroller to the middle of the field where we were better able to check on him. After a bit he wasn’t happy and we tried putting him on my back with the wrap, but he didn’t like that much and it made the work tougher for me. Though he was tired he wouldn’t sleep so I finally put in him the wrap (in front) knowing he would sleep, which he did almost immediately. I figured out how to hoe standing straight up and squatting instead of bending to pick the weeks closer to the fennel. We actually quite enjoyed the work and finished three rows of fennel from 10am to 12:40. We were quite tired and hungry at that point and contemplated getting MacDonald’s down the road, but decided that would be too ironic given that we’d just worked on an organic farm and had organic vegetables at home that needed to be eaten.
I feel very unpoetic, but I haven’t been getting loads of sleep, so this will have to do.
Yesterday our family headed out to the Birsmatte farm where we have our vegetable co-op to fulfill our obligation of labor in exchange for cheaper veggies. We didn’t plan much how we’d work and take care of Joseph at the same time, and I think it was better that way. We just went with the flow. I think I would have been intimidated by the thought of nursing Joseph while squatting in the fields or wielding a hoe while carrying Joseph on my chest, but it all seemed to work out when it had to. At first we parked him by the well-traveled path and went into the fields almost out of ear-shot. That might have worried the strongest Free-Range Kid mom and I wasn’t so happy with it myself. We ended up carrying the stroller to the middle of the field where we were better able to check on him. After a bit he wasn’t happy and we tried putting him on my back with the wrap, but he didn’t like that much and it made the work tougher for me. Though he was tired he wouldn’t sleep so I finally put in him the wrap (in front) knowing he would sleep, which he did almost immediately. I figured out how to hoe standing straight up and squatting instead of bending to pick the weeks closer to the fennel. We actually quite enjoyed the work and finished three rows of fennel from 10am to 12:40. We were quite tired and hungry at that point and contemplated getting MacDonald’s down the road, but decided that would be too ironic given that we’d just worked on an organic farm and had organic vegetables at home that needed to be eaten.
I feel very unpoetic, but I haven’t been getting loads of sleep, so this will have to do.
