The Aeon, Reversed

Been working since yesterday morning. Harvest in the rain, we and the carrots covered in mud. Damp to the long johns and unable to decide whether we were hot or cold. CSA pick-up in Waterloo and we got home after sunset. With Caitlin gone it was our job to finish up the chores and close the chicken coops.

I hobbled to the barn in the dark and walked in to complete silence... then a quiet pig snort. I turned on the light to the two sleeping sows, but by the time I got to their feeding trough they were nuzzling me to get to the grain and practically knocking me over (all 400 pounds of them). From the other pen Poppy, the lone sheep started baaing at me, with Wally the Llama now awake next to her. Then came the sound of the two Geese and the two runner ducks... quacking away as they entered the pig pen and tried to get in on the pig food. Then came Poppy and Wally. All quacking and snorting and baaing and trying to find a way to squeeze between the pigs. I couldn't help but just watch and laugh, and forgot all about getting the chores done quickly.

Back at it at 7 the next morning. Off to the market, but this time I was picked up and driven into Toronto. A few hours and I was on the subway with my carrots, leeks, peppers and squash in arm... the 22 bus to my parent's house...