Heeeyho Readers! More updates from our little ranch!
These past days have been... mundane.
I'm shifting between swimming, cycling, and helping at home. I'm also struggling to find any gigs to raise some money. Prices are ramping up, again — tragic when you are born into the 80's hyper-inflation, fresh out of university during a recession, and yet again on the verge of an economic collapse. Bike needs new parts; computer is slowly dying. Makes me want to hit the road again, disappear for a while, reset the mindset. Whatever.
On the other hand, Dad's ranch is evolving. I go there every weekend to help out, as four hands doubles the work. And because we motivate each other. Most of the tasks have been uninteresting to post about: moving stuff, storing firewood, planning the new house, etc. I'd like to share a day in our life.
Dad's day starts at 06:00. I don't know what the hell he's doing so early, but when I wake up, around 8:30, the fire is already lit in the woodstove. Hold on, our cat decided to walk in front of my screen. Anyways. I was saying... I'm ready to go outside after a champs breakfast. It's cold out there. The sun is glazing though.
The first task is to grab a wheelbarrow and the tools to rake the yard around the house.
These are the remains after dad trimmed the tree. I set course to deposit the load under a tangerine tree; I don't want to ruin my compost.
Speaking of compost... it's time to turn the compost again. Once a week or whenever I go to the ranch seem ideal. The compost routine is plain and simple: turn, add food waste (if we have any), check moisture, and done.
The compost is going fine, although I think its temperature isn't quite high enough. Temperatures this time of the year can go as low as negative Celsius; average sets around 10°C. The blue tarps are not helping at all.
Our garden has survived since we fenced the chickenian army — no more chickens destroying our crops. Yet, the next task is to tidy the garden. There's not much growing but the regular: medicinal herbs, pepper, parsley, chive, and tomatoes. I believe boxing the rows would make maintenance easier: What do you think?
It's about 11:00 and we go to the bolicho to drink soda before going back home for lunch. For those clueless, a bolicho in southern Brazil means a kind of mini-market, a small place that sells essentials and also beverages. It's also where people (mostly old) meet to drink and chit-chat. Conversations are always the same: "Is it going to rain?", "It's cold today", "What are the knews?"
Nothing much happens during the afternoon. We inspected some trails for the bikepark (theme fora future post) and went to the supermarket. Days are short at the ranch. At 17:00 the sun settles, we go to the bolicho again, shower, dine, and chat until it's time to go to bed. We opted to ditch the television, which makes our interactions more genuine.
This is our life. Simple.
I hope you have enjoyed.
Peace.
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Disclaimer: The author of this post is a convict broke backpacker, who has travelled more than 10.000 km hitchhiking and more than 5.000 km cycling. Following him may cause severe problems of wanderlust and inquietud. You've been warned.
Yes, I did enjoy... Simple, connected, meaningful, productive ❤️❤️❤️
A day after the other. And when the trail is done it's gonna be a paradise.
Sometimes methodical, mechanical, mundane work is what is needed to make a paradise. I know it can get boring espec in the winter, but without that, youdon't appreciate the summer as much xx
Oh, by the way, I might put to practice the techniques to build an earth oven from that book you sent me way back then. Remember?
Simple life, just don't stress about the bad stuff. Things turn round from time to time!
I guess we, south americans, are used to crisis \o\ we have one every week it seems. How's everything in the UK?