The last 8 days could possibly be the most productive week we have experienced in Swaziland – ever. Our budding homestead grew in bounds. From chicken mandala built, shade house (we don’t need greenhouses here) implemented, grass cut (by hand, by hand!), a stockpile of mulch and dried goods for compost collected, our humanure compost erected with its first deposit.
INSIDE we organized our space quite well and really only lack a few items (trashcan somethings, & a chair or love seat) til she’s fully functional.
I long to become like some of the farmers I worked for over the years. There is always so much work to be done: hay to cut, cows to milk, potatoes to plant, rows to hoe, fences to mend, mulch to spread, and seedlings to water.
Yet, every time someone stops in, there is a conversation to have. The vet, a friend, your child’s friend’s grandmother, someone looking to buy what you grow, or a stranger. They are all worthy of stilling your hands and relaxing your anxious, get-it-done mind because they showed up. They are here now. And when they go, the work will still be plentiful. There’s not always time with these people, but there’s always more work.