On the farm house’s hill, the crystallization of my hard work for the past month spread before my eyes in a seemingly endless form as fog shrouded the sides of my fields.
I walked outside, skipping like I always do in the morning. The sun above shone moderately since it wore clouds like a modest dress.
I can hear the fucking crickets chirping but they seem to be away from my fields. That’s good… They have learned that if a single mofo stepped on my darlings, they would be vanquished from the face of this world.
I kept prancing along the dirt path until it split into two, the right is for the fields while the other one is to the well. I went for the left path like usual.
Even though it’s always foggy here on Acel Farm, it never rains for some reason so everyday I have to fetch water a thousand times to water my entire field.
Visitors have always told me that watering all my crops would be impossible for a single person but thanks to dad’s tonics, I can do it by myself with time to spare.
When I finally stepped foot on well’s smooth brick floor, I reached for the wooden bucket hanging on the pulley by a rope and threw it to the dark opening of the well.
After a splash I went ahead and turned the crank on the side of the well to retrieve water. The resistance on the crank was small but Lishia, a friend of mine always complains on how heavy turning the crank just to get water.
Because she is always whining about that, I always had kept a supply of fresh water in the farmhouse. That was a very nice idea since I don’t have to spend time in the night, getting water.
With a familiar motion, I easily transferred the contents of the large bucket into my watering can.
With that, I can finally feed my babies. I want to skip towards them but if I still have the bucket on my hands, the skips would cause the dirt path to be ruined so I refrained from it.
Upon reaching my latest batch, I started watering all all of them while picking some ugly parasites that don’t deserve to live. I am so good at plucking the weeds, they don’t grow for a month from where I picked them.
“I love you, papa you’re the best!”
“Me too! Me too!”
I kept on giving them love until my watering pail run out. So I would have to do it again.
Must be real nice being a farmer...
Going back, I trotted along through the dirt path until it split into two, the right is for the well while the other one is to my house so I went for the right one.
Even though it’s always slightly cloudy here on Acel Farm, the sun never goes all out for some reason, providing my lovelies a perfect place to grow.
Visitors have always told me that the place is so gloomy that it could cause them insanity in form of paranoia but it couldn’t be it. I have lived here for my entire life so why am I not insane?
When I finally stepped foot on well’s slightly cracked stone floor, I reached for the wooden bucket hanging on the pulley by a rope like a hanged and cast it down to the endless abyss of the well.
After a splish, I went ahead and turned the crank on the side of the well to retrieve water. The resistance on the crank was not much but it always creaks when I pull it.
Because of that, Lishia has told me that whenever I fetch water, my pulling sound like how one of those executioners her father trained pulled turned cranks. That was a very funny idea so I practiced on scaring people and spooked her whenever when she comes to my farm.
With a familiar motion, I easily transferred the contents of the large bucket into my watering can.
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With that, I can finally feed my darlings. I want to skip towards them but if I still have the bucket on my hands, the skips would cause the dirt path to be mutilated so I stopped from it.
Upon reaching the next ones to water, I started feeding all of them while using the hoe to pull their nemesis’ soul out. I always apply my dad’s secret recipe herbicide on them so they don’t grow for a month from where I picked them.
“Why did you kill Digitaria, you monster!!!”
“Sorry, son… But she was fucking exploiting you for your damn nutrients, she is using it to survive all while hindering your growth.”
“Fuck you!!! You aren’t my father, you are just a damn ruthless murderer!”
I hope you understand one day… This is for your own good, son...
I kept on doing it until my watering pail run out. So I would have to do it again. Ahhh… The joy in repetition.
I walked along the dirt path once again until it split into two, the left path leads to my abode but my watering is still incomplete. I went for the other one.
The fog around here make this farm one of the safest place, no bandits can find this place while only our family’s closest friends can find the farm to trade for some goods outside.
They usually come with new interesting plants that I can use to improve farming and they are lovely people so I love them very much. This day is also one of their regular visit days, I wonder what will they bring to me today?
When I finally entered the shade of the well, I reached for the big slightly moldy bucket hanging on the on rope and threw it to the gaping hole of the well.
After it hit the water, I went ahead and turned the wooden crank on the side of the well to retrieve water. The resistance on the crank was small but father always used to tell me: “Listen up Rugd, even drawing water is dangerous, you can fall over if you are careless.”
I always followed father’s words since he was very wise… It was a shame that he had passed away 5 years ago however I still get by.
I pulled the bucket to towards me slowly and I refilled my watering can to the brim.
With that, I can finally water my crops-
“Uwaaa!!! Mister grasshopper is pulling my leaves off!!!”
This motherfucker, nobody touches Bria without my permission!!!
I want to run towards them but if I still have the bucket on my hands, each step would cause the path to be uneven so I never did it. I will come for you, dear!
Upon reaching my poor one that was bullied, I started pouring the liquid all over of them while plucking the life from sorry excuses of bug life. Bugs like you should help my children! Like wormy over there. Ahhhh, I still remember when I mastered weeding, mom always praised me for a good job.
“It’s not like I called for big brother or anything! I didn’t need your help at all!”
Ahhh, Bria can’t be honest with her feelings to me. I wish she was sweeter even only for a day… Now, that would be sweet!
I wonder if I could ever get a family one day… But these darlings are already my family...
I kept on doing it until my watering pail run out. So I would have to do it again…
And again,
And again,
Again, again, again. Again, again, again, again. Again, again. Again. Again, again, again, again, again…
Again. Again, again, again… Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again…
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At last, after I am done with the water, I quickly ran for the well to return the watering can and getting my harvesting basket.
I went back to the field to harvest the mature Breakleaves before walking back to the farmhouse to cook myself lunch.
The sun is at high noon with lots of time before they would come so after lunch I better prepare myself to dry this day’s harvest before delving into my research.
I research to discover more uses of Breakleaves and create substances to help me farm. I tried making a herbicide but it is not as good as father’s so I stopped developing them but instead I dove deep into the art of herbal cooking!
Entering the house, I rushed for the kitchen to start the hearth up. In a flash, I filled up the iron pot with my water jug and then I placed it on the hearth to boil water.
My lunch for today will be Beef Stew paired with Far Mint Tea. An absolute pair for Monday mornings that kills the gloominess in the air.
When the water bubbled intensely like an angry farmer, I immediately scooped a bit of it into my teapot and added Far Mint with Breakleaf in it then covering it to be seeped into the water.
I dropped ready-made stew ration mix to the boiling hell and stir it. The instant mix is one of the things I always get on weekly trades with Lishia’s company along with some good stuff. The mix spread like blood into water eventually releasing an exquisite aroma.
I want to eat it already but I still have to add the meat. I opened a few cupboards until I fished out my last smoked meat for the week. Ahhh… I can’t wait to get more…
With a plop the meat was added and now, it’s time to eat!
I poured my stew into a clean wooden bowl and poured tea beside it. The delicious scent of both the tea and the stew mixed in together to create a highly gluttony inducing vapor.
After garnishing the stew with Breakleaves, I went ahead and scooped a large portion of it. My hand moved hurriedly and-
GLOMP
A great sense of euphoria washed over me as the salty-sour taste of the stew blended perfectly! Sure, it was hot but the pain was worth it to taste something this good.
I flushed it down with a sip from the tea and with the minty taste added, it created another explosion of flavor! It was brewed quite strong but with the sourness of the stew negating its bitterness, I can taste was the absolute harmony between the minty taste and salt.
Being a farmer sure is nice...