Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I stepped on a mouse nest this morning while raking hay. I watched the mice babies, blind and disoriented scatter in the grass, they all went in different directions and then synchronously stopped and curled in on themselves. I stood there for too long watching them and feeling bad. I'm really tired, and when you are tired, you get inappropriately emotional about things like baby mice.
I called Nea over and she ate them all.
My parents were up the last few days helping me plant hydrangea at the farm. I always get nostalgic about the early autumn flowers. When I first started working with flowers six summers ago the hydrangea were the first things I really fell in love with.
Yesterday we stopped for lunch and had - what else but tomato sandwiches. As soon as we finished our sandwiches we had coffee. Then we went back out to keep planting.
Today after they left I went out and did the raking, the mice. I came in for a tomato sandwich, eating it alone, feeling drained and lonely. I made coffee right after like my parents would do if they were still around at the farm.