Today was cloudy, rain started in the early afternoon and we stopped work early. Temperature was in the upper 50Fs.
Newport and the cows and I have had the field all to ourselves. This 2 acre field was in rough shape-- it hadn't been mowed or weeded all season. It was an off year-- lots of growth on the bushes, but few berries to pick. I remember that Old Rudolpho and his family came down only once to check-- there was nothing. That happens, next year it'll probably be a heavy crop. Yesterday, the foreman finished mowing down all the tall grass between the rows and Newport had a self-propelled rental mower, chewing up the growth in between the bushes. I spent all morning finishing up what I started-- the detail work. Finished the whole field.
After lunch Newport and I set out again with shears to snip/rip all the bitter-sweet vines from the branches. We polished off several rows before the rain came-- we ran back through the pasture and called it a day.
Is it a premature end? Tomorrow I'm talking to the boss. I plan on busing down to Darlin in the city on Friday-- I'm spending Thanksgiving with her and her family, so figured I may as well stay the week. There will be a few days for rummaging about for work and housing, seeing friends-- all to get ready for this winter (and maybe longer).
Planned on telling the boss today, but I broke the trimmer-- he seemed almost happy telling me how little it mattered, all while he was rushing to get ready for a physical therapy appointment. Didn't have the heart to stop and press him with heavy conversation.
So Friday could be the last day, or maybe tomorrow, or maybe a few days the week after-- I don't know.
But it is sad.
Lot's of unknowns ahead, and I'm all outta beer. I guess there's lots to start doing.
Take it easy.
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