Farm Report

Days on farm have been sad and stressful lately. There was a fire on a neighboring farm.
A horrible accident, our workers could only stand and watch as neighbors, we cherish so much, were lost in the flames. There is no way for us to know whether they suffered or were lost by the force of the explosion. Things on our place have been dragging ever since news of the tragedy reached us. Production has been affected by sadness. Work songs we usually sing have been replaced by sleepless nights punctuated with sounds of burning wood and dreams the orange hue of hot flames.
One of our best workers was hit with news of illness in the family. We gathered around to give our support and love in the only way that we know how. We stayed up late and did each others feet. We polished, painted, rubbed and scrubbed until we all felt better. Workers fell asleep in exhausted heaps and woke the next morning feeling somewhat relieved. Happy to be able to look down at toes painted Most Honorable Red.
We have not been fazed by news stories of monkeys being murdered on street corners. Monkeys on display in book store windows, and monkeys who say that Our President should fail. At the monthly meeting of farm managers the conversation was filled with excitement. Our President was going to speak. We listened and nodded our heads at the words of encouragement that we heard, and smiled at a cute little girl who promised she would never quit. As we continue about our business, squeezing as many feet as possible into our days, biking to visit our neighbors and taking classes to elevate our minds, we are confident. We are so glad that he had time to grab a cold one, kick back and watch the game; have a lovely dinner, be rested relaxed and restored.