I think many of us need a space for softness, kindness and warmth these days. It’s so easy to fall into nihilism and hopelessness the way things are now, and difficult to remember that we’ve still got eachother. You deserve a space to recharge and feel loved and welcome.
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6:00 am. i crawl out of the right side of the bed and gently fold the layers of quilt and comforter back down in my place. i fumble into my slippers and shuffle over to the wardrobe. i slip on wool socks, then overalls and boots, keeping on the sleep t shirt. i duck into the pantry to scoop equal parts corn, wheat, lentils, dried peas, and oats into a bucket.
6:15 am. after sprinkling feed for the chickens and collecting eggs in my first woven basket (they have gotten more sophisticated since this one but i favor simplicity), i let out the sheep and goat to graze. i head into the garden and dig a few potatoes, carrots, and an onion, and pluck a bell pepper from its winding stalk. near the edge of the garden i see the twitching nose of a rabbit. i toss a carrot gently into the grass.
6:30 am. i walk back to the barn, rounding in the sheep and goat. i brush them both off and check their hooves, then lift them onto the table for milking. finished, i give them each a carrot, a scratch on the head, and a kiss. i leave their gate open to roam.
7:00 am. i set my basket on the kitchen counter and put the kettle on the stove. i peel the potatoes and chop them into cubes. i dice the pepper and onion, and toss the carrots into a pot. i fill the pot with water, put it back on the stove. i place a generous pad of butter in my great grandmother’s cast iron pan and throw in the chopped potatoes, pepper, and onion. while they sizzle, i crack three eggs and whisk them into a bowl.i slice two large pieces of bread and balance them flat in the oven. i grab a second pot, fill it halfway with water, and set it on the last remaining spot on the stove. the bowl of eggs goes on top, and while the water boils, i drain the carrots and toss them in with the sautéing vegetables.
i take out a bag of dried flowers from the pantry and pinch a few petals to put into two clay mugs. i measure out 3 grams of black tea for each. the eggs have started to form curdles on the sides of the bowl, so i quickly scrape them down, then whisk until they’re the smooth texture of oatmeal. i turn off the oven and heat for the vegetables, eggs, and kettle. i nearly burn myself pulling the toast out, but spread the eggs on them and plate the vegetables.
i reach my hand for the kettle and oh— there’s a pair of arms around me and a kiss on my neck. then one on my shoulder. you’ve grabbed the kettle for me and poured some into the mugs. i didn’t hear you get out of bed. your eyes are sleepy but your smile is awake. we move to the table. you like your tea stronger and with cream.
8:00 am. ella fitzgerald is playing on the turntable and you start the dishes while i get dressed. today is a petticoat and cotton layer day. today is a low heels day. you are still in your pajamas as you head upstairs to finish grading. i pack us lunches and sit by the vase of wildflowers at the cool window.
8:30 am. you walk down the stairs, hair tucked into a french braid. white pressed button down, jacket and bag in hand. i cannot believe this is everyday beauty. i take your hand, feel its soft planes, know i will hold this hand for many more days, walk out the front door in the drizzle to catch the train.
living in a tiny farming village is boring as shit but maybe thats just because i dont have my own farm and a girlfriend to run it with
Petition to get op and all lesbians a farm and a girlfriend to run it with
i know 9 million lesbians have said this already but my dream woman is literally just miss honey from matilda
can’t wait to move out into the middle of nowhere and build a happy cottage and grow raspberries and have dandelion tea with honey and bake bread and pies and raise goats and ducks and a cat or two
wish pokemon was real so i could move to the country and farm mareep in peace
They’re called… sheep…
can your sheep do THIS [gets electrocuted]