Going Amish. - 08:09, Sunday, July 22, 2007 |
| Listening to my friend the other Sunday I learned that the Amish are the least depressed people in the country. Last night I spent an hour pulling and digging out weeds that were nearly as tall as me from my mother-in-laws vegetable garden. This morning I spent 2 hours hanging on to the side of a tractor as my husband drove it over two fields "bush-whacking" basically cutting down weeds and grass with a contraption attached to the back of the tractor. The tractor is a bright red thing that chugs along and is from the 1960's and has been lovingly restored by my father-in-law. I drove it for a while, its pretty good fun, you get used to controlling the throttle and the clutch quickly, especially if you've spent some time driving a manual car like I have. After that I spent another hour picking wild blueberries off the bushes from around the tractor, the sun beating down on my forehead, sweat running down my back and blueberry juice staining my tongue purple. The taste was incredible, supermarket ones can't even compare. Sunburnt, dirty and sweaty I went in and had a lunch of chicken soup then napped until dinner while my husband was outside grilling steaks. After dinner I spent another hour with my husband Jeff ,and my father in law Richard, hauling rocks up from out of the nearby cow field. We filled up his truck with stones and rocks and then went to pull some more weeds out from the vegetable garden, picking up mammoth courgettes (zuchinis) along the way. I'm completely knackered. As I sit eating watermelon in the warm evening sun, my muscles aching and dirt under my fingernails, I think I understand why the Amish are so darn happy. |
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