First and foremost I want to say a thank you to everyone that is out there WWOOFing. I love your dedication, fearless attitudes and most of all, your strength – I admire you all. It’s a great feeling to know we have a community of people, that we all know we can relate to.
I knew the day would come sooner or later that I would be almost knee high in manure, today was the lucky day. I am by no means a prissy woman when it comes to dirt and mud and well, crap – so I handled it like a pro. Jessica is more of a get down in the dirt kind of a woman than I am, and that’s definitely attractive. (Yeah yeah, I’m weird)
I can just imagine myself a year ago, when I thought getting sand between my toes was icky and I stayed indoors all the time to play video games and watch TV shows. Tell that year younger Candice that she would be in some gooey knee-high manure a year later, she would of giggled at you till she cried.
When I was out on the farm an hour or so ago, pulling a wheelbarrow full of cow crap across half a field packed with snowy mud – Jessica complimented me by saying how ‘strong and dedicated and sexy’ I was. (Yeah, while I was carrying manure, thanks Hun)
We also got to play in another form of manure today, where we created little 2×2 inch squares with crap filled soil. (The little squares is what we plant different kinds of seeds in) Jessica loved this part, she loves getting her hands dirty, me on the hand, I will limit it as much as possible if can be. An example of this was earlier today, when we were peeling the skins off of some beats, the proof of who likes to get the dirtiest was very obvious. (When peeling beats, underneath the skin, the beat itself has a bright reddish-purple color and that is very easy to get on to your skin) We both looked at our hands after we were done and Jessica’s were purple all the way down to her lower palms, where mine were just purple on five finger tips.
Here’s a shot of Jess getting dirty.
She is proud of her precise little squares, on the other hand my squares were not as happy as hers. (Bottom squares are mine and the right upper side is her cute and accurate squares, sigh)
She works the machine like a Goddess, so I decided to take a break on the ‘loser’ bleachers and watch the pro at her best.
Here I am, attempting to master the art of squishing this machine into muddy poo to make cute little, Jessica like, squares.
Now lets have a chat about the half of a field covered in snowy mud. Miki, our host, stacks piles of manure on the other end of his property. (Parallel with that tree in the picture) It is a great idea for the distance, since it stinks like holy hell, so better to keep it away from the area that we occupy everyday.
See the wheelbarrow tracks 🙂