A cold wind blows strongly across the fields. Howling to the world, it seeks out its victims, delighted to find the small trailer standing unprotected from its rage. The four walls groan and sway under the pressure, but the sole occupant remains unconcerned. For her it's like being rocked gently to sleep. The wind does not win.
Monday yoghurt. Washing cheeses since Benjamin was at another market, as well as some other random cheese room stuff. I also washed eggs since I had a couple of spare hours in the afternoon, which isn't that exciting to do by yourself. One might possibly begin to use the different colours of eggs to make patterns in the cartons. You know, if one were dorky like that...
Monday yoghurt. Washing cheeses since Benjamin was at another market, as well as some other random cheese room stuff. I also washed eggs since I had a couple of spare hours in the afternoon, which isn't that exciting to do by yourself. One might possibly begin to use the different colours of eggs to make patterns in the cartons. You know, if one were dorky like that...