Surfacing to confirm that I am, indeed, still alive, as one of those weekends that takes me over expands to Monday. Reading one last set of pass pages for my book, Weston arriving home from college for the summer, and beginning a new commanding role in Weston’s farm hand training. It was Weston’s choice, among options presented, to work on the farm this summer. We started with milking the cow. Weston likes to say he is “afraid” of cows, so has never gotten this close to one before. He will be milking, putting up hay, mowing, looking for eggs, spraying off the deck when the chickens poop, raking out the old hay and poop from the barn and barn yard, learning to make cheese, walking Dumplin on the lead, spoiling Maia with her bottle of water, feeding the goats, and anything else I think up.
Because we just don’t pay well here!!
His other choices include actually get a “real” job. He chose this one for no pay, poop and milking included. Morgan, who also works for no pay around here, is training him on her chores while I train him on the others. She’ll be leaving in a few weeks to spend the summer lounging on her dad’s couch in Texas, safe in the virtue of having done chores all year.
I told Weston learning to milk a cow was good for the soul. And that it was going to be a summer he’d never forget. Maybe for Glory Bee, too! Pray for her.