Wooden walls

This evening -- a movie and a tea.

Today -- market harvest. I've decided of my five work days, this one is my least favourite. We work as quickly as we can. Whatever doesn't get finished before one (with everyone's help), is left for me. I still need to wash sixty or so eggs. Not complaining -- just not incredibly fond of Friday's.

Tomorrow -- market.

Sunday -- going to China beach. Just North of Jordan River.

It feels more like home on the farm. The foggy mornings, and the noisy cows. The often occupied kitchen, and endless supply of one thing at a time (last week zucchini was in everything - this week we've been eating the salmon that Vivi, Susan, and Josie caught). I put on my work clothes every morning. I put the kettle on before I do anything else. Tea is important, and finishing my tea in the morning is critical to the success of a day.

Milking Nell and Ginger goes smoothly now. I don't spill on the floor when I'm pouring milk anymore. I know where everything is in the garden. I know who I'm talking to on the phone when I call Sooke Harbour House for their order. I can find all the lights in the barn.

I still don't know whose shovels belong to who. I don't know the names of the creeks and rivers nearby where everyone fishes. I can't find all the spices in the kitchen. I still pour slightly more or slightly less milk into the jars than I am suppose too.

But I'm getting there. I keep learning lots. I'm trying not to get itchy feet. Enjoy my stay - however long it may be.