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my goodness what a wonderful day!
Leaning out my bedroom window looking out towards the sound where the gulls were circling and small breakers washing up on the shoreline the sky is a startling blue almost neon, the air smells so clean and sharp and a lazy june bug drones along making his little humming sound.
Jumping back diving into my knee knockers, pulling on a ripped pair of sneakers, running my fingers through my hair bringing it back to a pony tail I head down the stairs where I smell Grandmama's biscuits baking and bacon frying.
Oh this is a wonderful day, I can tell just by the way it is starting, something great will be happening today for sure.
I eat as fast as I can so I can get to work on my chores and be free to be FREE for the rest of the day and contemplate what exciting is going to be happening. Slurping down the very last drop of cool milk, jamming a extra biscuit in my pocket I am ready to face my little world.
Susie is quietly mooing waiting for my warm fingers to relieve her of the pressure of all that milk in her bag, Squirt, squirt squirt goes the milk into the shiny steel bucket, careful to miss every now and then just to make sure Angel ( small piglet) gets her first taste of breakfast this morning to wash down that filched biscuit from my pocket.
Against all the rules Angel is not in the pen with the rest of the bacon and porkchops and has a real name, she was such a tiny little thing when born and would surely have died if I had not stolen her from her big old fat mama and taken her into my room to stay warm and get her little tummy filled. She was no match for her brothers and sisters and would have been pushed out of place and would have starved. Susie is not crazy about having a little squeeking piglet bouncing in and out around her feet but stands quietly and allows me to finish my job. All done, running carefully to the kitchen with the milk pail with Angel trying her best to trip me up so she gets the whole bucket I skip and make it up the porch where her little legs can't make it. Ha beat you.. I laugh while pouring the milk in the strainer ready to be bottled and cooled in the well. Only have to clean out the bucket now and sit in the sun to be sterilized by the sunshine.
OH Lord I forgot the main chore every morning, a nasty one but a necessary one... I run up stairs skipping over steps and making the landing in quick time. Grabbing the handle of the Thunder Bucket I walk very carefully down the stairs and out the dining room door to the porch and on to the bathroom to dump the contents down the toilet... then rinse and place in the sunshine to sanitize and prevent a nasty smell. We had a real toilet and tub etc but not in the house. My Grandfather favored my Grandmother with a real toilet but refused to go to the bathroom in the same building he ate in... ? Anyway our toilet was built on the back of the barn which was quite a way from the house so we still used the slop bucket at night so I wouldn't have to take that long long walk in pitch dark where the boogie men might get me...
All done, with a full belly and a bucket of slop for the pigs I fill their trough and sit watching them blow bubbles in their food with their noses, it isn't long before it is all gone and they are wandering off to the pasture to root up more food or just lay in the sun and get fatter.
I sit there thinking, I feel so good, so alive, the whole world is clean looking and sounds happy with birds singing, bees buzzing, huge white clouds floating in the sky what could possibly ever change my world?
My eyes open, I lay still for a minute just to test and see what part of me hurts this morning I realize I have just had a wonderful dream but now reality is back, gray muddy looking sky, the air has a electric odor to it, not stinky but just off, not clean, putting my feet on the floor the pain shoots up my bones and reminds me I have to pace myself as there is a lot to get done today. I have some things that need to be canned and a few stalks of celery to put into the dehydrator.
Dressing is a chore, everything hurts until the aspirin takes effect, a cup of mediocre coffee made with water which is so full of ??? that nothing tastes good any longer. We have well water but it is still full of chemicals from upstream farmers and their chemical fertilized crops plus all the chemicals being sprayed in the air daily by who knows who and why but it is there we see the planes flying in their diagramed sky every day almost.
Why did I wake up? Sleep is the only escape from the truth in todays world. It is so depressing to watch people who don't even have a memory of what it used to be like to be alive and alert and thinking. America has been drugged. Americans don't care as long as they have their fat foods like our pigs in the past, just eat, lay around play video games watch tv etc and get fatter and fatter. We wanted our pigs fat so we could have a lot of lard and bacon at slaughter,
Why are they fattening up the population?
Are Fat Happy Americans on something or someones menu?
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