Working the land

This activity is private, yet a day ago I've been so suddenly and heavily working that it has earned a right to be talked about.

A field of boulders was waiting for us Saturday, completely insensitive to our Utopian plans of planting some seeds quick and effortless. We grabbed by chance a owner of some agricultural device who, making our wallet a bit less heavier, broke the boulders into smaller pieces. A few minutes of happy unrealistic plans again! Underneath these smaller earth blocks, the land was still hard and uninviting for any seed, I dare say even for alien plants, if there were any ready to attack.
Different opinions about what to do clashed a bit, and one participant disappeared into the house, only to appear later, more submissive, and rejoin the work.

So, I gathered my comfy knowledge from a French magazine for kids, in which there were shown a few easy steps for getting yourself "un jardin potager", and we re-grouped.

A few hours later we had ourselves some squares and quadrilaterals, a glorious number of 3, with the same clay soil, a bit fluffier. Not a good soil for vegetable-related activities, but since there is no other... Of course, it would have been way more pleasant to just have ideas, and have them be transformed into reality by other people, while sipping juice from my shoe:)

But having no money to pay for the work of others, we just kept pecking the land, sometimes sighing, sometimes swearing,(in our minds) other times just losing all thoughts in a meditative trance. It felt good overall. And very thirsty. After some time working, a bottle of water seemed the only thing staying between me and fainting. Or screaming in anger. Or whatever.

In the evening, after some food, and some other work around the house, I felt better, bright eyes, red cheeks, having worked a bit. (Looking back, it seemed I could boast a little and say we worked "a bit").

The land, still there, still not very friendly. Even though I do not accept the pre - determination coming from kindred, a relationship with a land that has not been in my family for a while is still unsettling. It is a new land, it talks in strange ways and does not want to submit.

The taming process is unpredictable, and again, private.