Winding Down

After a physically demanding day of shoveling, wood-hauling, and cleaning, my preferred late afternoon activity was a run up to the neighboring village of Buzzo. After a physically non-demanding day of ironing, potato-peeling, and mending, my preferred late afternoon activity is a run up to the neighboring village of Buzzo. Seeing that is not feasible at the moment, I decide to do a “lap” around the farm on the OPO crutches (they are - after all - the Utility Model) with my wound-up energy.

The sun rests low on the horizon casting an orange glow on the valley. A young bull scratches an itch on a tractor hitch. A pile of slate waits and waits. Wood leans on a table saw that’s green.

Budding trees salute the sky. Laundry billows and hangs to dry. Wheelbarrows rest with their legs held high.

I watch the chickens kick up the freshly laid manure in vegetable garden, forging worms for their evening meal. Everyone, everything, is winding down.

My lap concludes, and so do I.