Overview
- Daily Life & Work: Shifted fully into “faculty mode” (unpaid summer), spending days farming, writing, fishing, and running when body allows. Organized fishing gear, tended crops, hoed fields, built goat paths, watered, fertilized, and harvested zucchini, tomatoes, corn, and beans. Experimented with planting strategies.
- Animals & Land: Managed goats—tracking their behavior, creating pasture paths, and observing herd dynamics. Caught and released fish, planted rye and beans, observed pollinators (fritillaries, bumblebees). Dealt with setbacks—back pain, bee stings, mildew on squash, low germination rates, and crop failures.
- Personal Care & Routines: Adjusted diet (fish, eggs, farm food, reduced coffee, more tea), worked out in town, managed recurring back issues, and used writing and farming to balance physical and mental states. You ordered supplies (seeds, potassium bicarbonate) and began scaling your schedule around farm labor and recovery.
- Projects: Built or modified farm infrastructure (shed, goat paths, fencing plans), transplanted persimmon and passionflowers, experimented with crow feeding, and discovered seeded marijuana due to fertilization. You also harvested and hung some cannabis plants.
2. What You Plan to Do
- Farming & Food: Fish more often, stagger plantings for better germination, plant in wider rows for tractor efficiency, and create a second goat pasture to improve efficiency. Experiment with mustard and other plants as permaculture foundations. Monitor mildew treatments and continue seasonal planting (including winter crops).
- Exit Strategy & Identity: Continue developing your “exit” from administration and lean further into faculty life, farm rhythms, and writing. Use solitude, farming, and physical exertion to reduce anxiety and stay centered.
3. Philosophical Musings
- Technology & Humanity: Reflected that humans are as much products of technology as creators—technology is evolutionary, beyond good and evil, part of life’s fabric. All biological evolution is “tech.” Humans will always be reshaped by it, as much as they shape it.
- Consumption & Systems: Considered artifact-collecting as a human instinct tied to specialization and surplus. Quoted Palahniuk: the things we own end up owning us. We have become the system of consumption, bound to it because it is efficient and familiar.
- Cycles of Culture: Observed how systems degrade (Mississippians, Europe in the Dark Ages) and people leave them when they lose efficiency. Connected this to withdrawal from academia’s system toward farming.
- Cosmos & Myth: Reflected on Aquarius, Ganymede, Saturn vs. Uranus, and how shifts in rulership mirror social upheavals (like the French Revolution). Suggested that the “White Spirit” of reason left the polis and now dwells in the land rather than in polluted cities.
- Nature & Roles: From goat behavior, argued that humans exaggerate social explanations for hierarchy. Roles (mother, alpha, follower) emerge naturally from DNA and environmental shaping. DNA’s “goal” is not individual survival but species continuity—though “species” itself is a conceptual overlay on a flux of becoming.
- Ontology & Gods: Reflected on the transition from spirits to anthropomorphic gods in Bronze and Iron Ages. Aryans told stories of courage; Semites of obedience and deceit. Interest in the transitional moment when spirits first began to be ascribed agency.
- Nietzsche & Amor Fati: Returned often to Nietzsche: embracing technology and fate, affirming life as becoming without essence, seeing humans as the transhuman rope between past and future.
- Democracy & Order: Critiqued democracy (echoing Plato, Aristotle, Spengler) and considered patriarchy as both oppressive and ordering, a structure that motivates individuals to grow stronger when it is healthy.
- Aesthetics & Living Well: Fog over fields, pollinators in mustard, cloudy mornings, passionflowers, and the near-monastic rhythm of farm life. Homesteading not just as survival but as a philosophy of living well, close to solitude, growth, and beauty.
Sunday, June 1
There seems to be less going on in Twitter World as I shift my focus toward the farm. It is almost like the shift in attention from the polis in the Greek and Roman age to the spiritual in the medieval. I am not Christian, but there is much to admire about this shift. One might even see the medieval as a return to an earlier Pagan life, distinct from the Platonism that influenced late antiquity. But this interpretation regarding focus is, however, more imposed than real. It is philosophers, clerics, and others, reading back into history to create narratives whose intercourse became / becomes an accepted metanarrative, which is a loose and shifting amalgamation of petit narratives. To wit, most Greeks and Romans were intimately close to the land, just as much as those in the medieval period, but less than today.
I should number or name my fields so that I can more efficiently identify them in my notes. … Today and yesterday all fields were watered except the bb patch and several rows above it. This does not include the abandoned fields at the bottom. It appears the germination rate of the upper fields will be very low due to lack of rain. That is unfortunate, but it is good that I bought more seed than I thought I needed. I suppose.
Tomorrow, I should finish this cycle of watering and further clean out the butter bean patch. I would also like to begin mulching. It will be tempting to just water all the time, but I should not do that. Allow for Providence and try instead to harmonize with nature sustainably. That is, I should not devote any more time to any plant or collection of plants than I will get out of it in terms of calories, the pleasure of the task, and knowledge. Don’t waste too much time watering. If needed, I should change my approach and fish and hunt more or make crafts and barter for food.
I should identify a day to cut wood in Alapaha.
Monday, June 2
Today is the first official day for me in faculty mode. It seems like I have said something to that effect several times already, but starting today, I don’t get paid for the next two months.
I am down by the creek organizing fishing gear – in a tackle box I bought for my little brother and sister many years ago (25+). The goats are out The went to the bower first today and have not left it. After not seeing them for some time I was concerned that they might have migrated to the yard and eat my trees or tear down a fence. The muted panic led me to get the binoculars, which I have basically forgot about since placing them in the tool box months ago.
Even with the binoculars, standing on the top of the toolbox in the bed of my truck, I did not see the goats. The dog fennel that dominates this land has gotten high again – over 4 ft. So, I went walking and eventually found them where I left them.
I appreciated the binoculars. I am glad I bought them when I made more money. That was a strategy of mine. Or maybe it was just a natural consumptive instinct of humans to collect artifacts. As our lifestyles changed from nomadic to sedentary, we saved, without consuming, more of what we collected. As division of labor and technology increased (and we became more of a specialized social being with different organs), we began to produce artifacts to be used by those who did not create them. As such, this plus the increased efficiency from specialization and the associated tech that developed now more rapidly along a diversifying tech tree, we collected more things. As Palahniuk noted, the things we own end up owning us, and so it was that we settled into a consumptive form of life that tied us to a system that did not even exist a few millennia ago. And we are that which repeatedly do. We became consumers, and plugged into the system. We more than plugged into it, because it is composed of us. We became this system. And we remain connected to the system because it is familiar, and we are herd animals. The further away we are from the system, the less efficient we are.
When the system degrades – it is always in flux – it becomes less effective, and people are more likely to leave it. This seems to be what happened to the Mississippian culture in America – and in Europe during the Dark Ages.
I need to do more fishing. Initially for the sake of food. I have basically run out of farm food for the next few weeks because the early crops all failed. So now I am going to try to supplement my diet with fish. Fishing more will reconnect me to the Mark of my 20s. The one that always had a fishing pole in the back of his truck (or car). A poor Mark, plagued by frustrations.
Organizing the tackle box casts a light onto my memories and an old but familiar way of interacting with the world.
Now that I am living the apocalypse, I no longer need to base my organizational method on apocalypse concerns. How I am to actually use things in this new apocalyptic reality should guide my organization. That means a small box with a variety of gear commonly used when creek fishing and exploring. Then a back up for that – the place from which I will restock the cargo pants pocket sized box. Finally, most everything else will go in the old green box.
… Today I followed my plan without trying. Farmed this morning, wrote this afternoon, and now going for a run (549). Maybe. My ankle hurts and I have stopped “running through pain” since I am not training, and my primary goal is to be active and healthy. Injuring myself is not helpful.
While running I want to think about the conclusion for this paper.
Humans have evolved alongside tech ever since we were human. Other organisms have evolved in response to tech developed by other organisms in their environment. I am using technology here in a broader sense than it is commonly understood. Tech is understood better when we realize that humans are the product of technology – not just the creators of it. All biological evolution is technology. Humans will change in response to human developed tech whether we want to or not. Tech is beyond good and evil. It helps constitute the epiphenomenal fabric of the organic world.
I should close with Amor Fati: Embrace the world as it is and do not be afraid of technology or the future. Do not wish the world were other than it is.
Wd have always already been Nietzsche’s transhuman rope, bridging what came before and what will come after; our ancestry and our progeny. Also include that which is always becoming has no essence.
Tuesday, June 3
A machete sticking out of a bucket beside a couple of fishing poles in the bed of the truck. Half a dozen egg cartons stuffed into a styrofoam minnow bucket. A collection of various seeds on the dash. A backpack full of clothes and toiletries.
I am Aquarius, the water bearer. I bring water to earth – to landed locked plants and animals.
According to my oracle,
Aquarius is the eleventh sign of the zodiac, associated with the element of air and traditionally ruled by Saturn (in classical astrology) and Uranus (in modern astrology). The sun typically moves through Aquarius from January 20 to February 18, though dates can vary slightly by year. … Ganymede, abducted by a god and elevated to the heavens, pours divine drink—representing transcendent knowledge or insight. He is chosen, removed, and made immortal. Saturn’s rulership gave Aquarius the flavor of order, detachment, and rational discipline—appropriate for the archetype of the “philosopher-legislator.” Uranus’s rulership reframed Aquarius as the visionary outcast, the rebel who sees the future and dares to break old patterns. Thus, the Water Bearer image remains constant—but what he’s pouring changes tone: Under Saturn, it’s wisdom within order—the cupbearer serving the gods faithfully. Under Uranus, it’s wild insight, inspiration, or even destabilizing genius—Ganymede as a Promethean figure, not just a servant of Zeus.
Apparently, the discovery of Uranus in 1781 led to the French Revolution. After that, Aquarius shifted domains.
It is interesting to think about how, during Greek times, reason was associated with the polis; today, the White Spirit no longer resides in the polis. It has returned to the land. The cities are polluted, decadent, and profane. The gods have changed from those of our ancestors to those of our enemies. With the fall of Athens, Plato, Aristotle, and others expressed their distaste for democracy. The rule of the many is only as successful as the many. Few would argue that the quality of the stock of our cities has improved over the last 75 years. The White Spirit resides sparingly in smaller cities.
I am out here practicing the quasiapocalyptic life for which I have prepared for years. But today does not feel apocalyptic. It feels more monastic.
At this point, the germination rate for the latest round of plants is about 40% (eyeballing). I might get more stragglers after the rain that is supposed to begin tomorrow. I don’t expect to get half of what has not yet germinated. If I get one in five of the ungerminated to sprout after the rain, I will be satisfied and not disappointed.
My perspective will surely change some with experience, but I believe the method I am using now is pretty effective given the tools and time available. I would likely have a higher germination rate, for example, if I started everything in trays – but that adds to the work – planting them twice. There is also the issue of space with this. I don’t have enough to start any where near half of what I am planting in trays. So, moving forward, I should just expect about a 50% germination rate when planting this time of year. The optimal solution, then, might be to plant only about 2/3 of my seeds, and then fill in the empty spots after about three weeks – when they are a couple of inches tall. This will also likely stagger the harvest time and prolong the season just a little.
Wednesday, June 4
Rain is here. Hallelujah. The weather forecast has not been very accurate.
There is a large tractor in the filed beside me spraying something. I presume it is liquid fertilizer, since it is sprinkling and rain is supposed to be on the way. I am planning to fertilize some between the rains as well. I fear I have killed many things fertilizing dry in the past, so I am a little wary. But this is likely the ideal time to apply.
Yesterday afternoon, when I got tired and hot, I went fishing. I caught a warmouth and bowfin. The bowfin is fascinating. It is said to be 165 million years old – one of the oldest living creatures in north america. I took it home with the intention of eating it, but I stopped by to get some eggs from Christie and talked with them for a bit. When I got home, tired and hungry, Kat was already making supper, so I filled up the 30 gallon fish take that I emptied on Sunday and put the fish in there. This morning I returned the bowfin to the pond.
I am not accustomed to rainy days at the farm, so I must figure out what to do. I wasn’t expecting rain until late afternoon. For now, I am hanging out in the shed.
One of my marijuana cuttings has developed roots.
I planted the Virginia rye in the pasture and all the old peas left over between it and the deer fence. I expect the germination rate to be low and for the weevils and goats to get them, so I just broad sowed them and then tilled the land on 1. I also planted the castor beans along the west side of the deer fence. Looking for a maker to label where they are planted. I did not find one, and that was frustrating. At the bottom of the miracle grow box I found several packets of seeds that I did not plant. That too was frustrating. I think they were mostly from the second group of seeds I planted. Crookneck, peppers, and basil mostly. I used them to fill in empty spaces. I can do better.
I went into town in the afternoon to lift wights and get groceries. It was not a positive experience. I felt out of place and just wanted to get back to the farm / Alapaha. Some wine and weed helped ensure I was pleasant and not take frustrations out on Alex and kat.
Thursday, June 5
Small chance of rain today. At 630 in the morning it is already / still muggy – but cool. Today I have to go back into town for bloodwork and to let IT move my computer.
Women often talk about how the patriarchy oppresses them. I’m sure it does. Anything that brings order and structure does so through what could be called oppression. But that vague and nebulous thing, patriarchy, is a power that organizes and evaluates and holds accountable. It also motivates us to do well and desire to be recognized by the patriarchy or its representatives, such as our fathers. We are thereby encouraged to act in ways that promote the patriarchy, and if the patriarchy is healthy, it encourages us to act in ways that make us healthier, stronger, and more effective in the world. By extension, it supports the groups that house such individuals as well.
Hoed a bit until my back started hurting. I strained it earlier this morning wiping beef blood out of the fridge.
The goats came back early this morning. I suspect it is the heat. It is incredibly muggy this morning. As I write this so there is a slight breeze that makes it feel much better than it did only five minutes ago.
Tilling a few feet from the edge of the broom sedge / wiregrass mini-meadow to create a path to drive the truck and other equipment down, I disturbed what I first thought was a hornets’ nest. When I turned around and headed back I for a second cut, I noticed the swarming. It was pretty clear that I had disturbed a nest. I have done that only about four times. Observation and research led me to believe that they are actually bumblebees. Apparently, bumblebees will build their nest in abandoned rabbit burrows and grass tufts. The combination of those two describes this space, which has been undisturbed for about a year. It makes me happy that this little microecosystem I have created hosts bumblebees. As I was smiling and admiring the meadow, the lone bee flew at me so fast that it hit my headphones and bounced off before I could move at all. I turned and walked fast, and it stung me once on the shoulder. Then I started jogging and it stung me on the base of my skull, then I started running as fast I reasonably could with a hurt back and heavy boots, it stung me in my other shoulder. It followed me for about 100 yards I think. Much further than I expected.
Fuck. What a day. And its not even lunch yet. I just saw that many of my squash already have powdery mildew, even though they have only one or two leaves, hurt my back; amazingly miserable humidity, ran over a bumblebee nest and was stung repeatedly while fleeing. Pulled out lunch and see that I forgot the salad dressing. Fortunately I have chatgpt and walmart. I ordered some potassium bicarbonate. Should be here Saturday. So, on to eat my dry salad before working out.
As I was leaving, I tried to give lettuce to mid goat. She would not eat it – shithead got up and walked over ate it. I have seen this behavior many times before. I believe it tells us something that we should have known all along about the nature-nurture debate. I think most of the social psychologists and sociologists who have explained this sort of behavior in humans have not raised goats or similar livestock and, as such, underestimate how similar human behaviors are to animal behaviors. This causes them to overimagine the particularly human causes of this behavior. It is easy to do, since there are none. The goats do not oppress one another because of their race, gender, and whatever else. They take on roles provided to them by nature. They take the lead or demure because their genes tell them to.
It is not so simple, of course, that they are born with the traits they will have. These traits develop within the genetically provided parameters in response to their experiences (in the environment).
And their DNA doesn’t really care about them. Of course it cares about nothing. So, more precisely, I mean that the function of the DNA is not to preserve the individual; it is to preserve the species.
This is interesting, ontologically, given that the species is in a constant state of flux and therefore no species actually exists in the world. Species is a superimposed concept. And yet, animals cannot procreate unless their dna is similar enough – i.e., are of the same species.
As evidence for the point above, the behavior of all the goats evolve in relation to their experiences. But there also seem to be roles – some more clearly defined than others. Mother, for example, seems to perhaps be the most primary role. The second is probably alpha male. No goats are born mothers or alpha males. They grow into these roles. Moreover, females will never become the alpha male, and males will never become mothers. Their being as goats in a herd is determined by their dna. None are oppressed.
Human DNA gave rise to Aryans and to Jews, conquerors and parasites. With goats, it would be easy to say that because the goat is king or whatever, he gets all the good stuff and the peasants don’t. However (as I have mentioned before), the alpha also takes all the risks. He leads them into new places, and when they return to the pen, he stays behind to protect the rear from their natural enemies (coursers). He eats the most and is the biggest and is expected to protect the herd. He becomes the animal best suited to do this. The others instinctively allow it. Therefore, the second generation nanny does not take the piece of lettuce but waits for the alpha to come and eat it. She is more vulnerable to outside threats, and her job is to be safe and make babies – which is difficult enough and wears on her body.
I picked my first two cherry tomatoes today – little orange ones.
Friday
Back trouble yesterday and this morning. Praise Allah that it popped back into place this morning. Now I am herding goats and considering how to use the wild mustard as a foundational permaculture plant. It is currently the favorite of the pollinators. The goats love it. I myself like the seeds when they are young. They taste like spicy peas. They are prolific, but they are not as invasive as the grass.
The gulf fritillary seems to be the primary butterfly presently. The first ostentatious passionflower I ever saw was a few hundred yards from here on the other side of the back farm. I think I was down for some holiday from college. I think it was that same weekend that I found a some sort of dung containing a coin-roll of persimmon seeds. I now have a persimmon tree growing in the yard. I transplanted it from the creek. It was a sucker. I thought it died this winter, but it has come back, a little bushier, but seemingly very healthy. I also have a few passionflowers that were originally transplanted from Alapaha. It is doing well, trained up an arch placed within the deer fence garden.
I like the idea of strategically placing boxes and memorials and bird baths, but I need to be thoughtful of where.
The area for the wild turnips should overlap that of the Virginia rye, lamb’s quarter, and second gen peas.
For the crow spot, maybe I can use something like a deep fryer basket. Secure it to a post and place peanuts in it.
Saturday
I believe the paths I cleared to separate fields from goat pasture is working this morning. The goats have disappeared into the dog fennel. They poke their heads out occassionally. At one point, the all came out and then ran quickly across the plowed area as it they did not feel comfortable in the open space between the two vegetative areas.
Interesting to think that when the beans come in, then the dynamics will change. I will have to decide if I want to allow them to eat them. I want to train them in ways that are effective, without confusing them by constantly changing things up.
I saw what I think was a couple of whooping canes again this morning – fourth day in a row. ChatGPT is suspicious and wants me to take a picture.
I am using the stirrup hoe in the freshly planted area this morning. I think I have found its optimal use. It works very well here with little effort on these small weeds in the fluffy dry dirt. Getting them now when they are young will save a lot of effort in the future.
Sunday
Beautiful cloudy morning. Almost cool with the very moist breeze.
The ants found my crow food first. It is actually such an impressive feat that I rather admire them for it.
I need to find ways to work out more regularly. This winter I should fence in a second pasture – the permaculture spot – to increase the efficiency of owning goats and improve their health. Otherwise they are too much trouble.
Last night GPT suggested I drink only one cup of coffee per day. Presently unwilling to do that. However, I have switched to caffeine free tea. Perhaps I should stop drinking coffee outside and not bring any to the farm. I did not today. If I had some, I would probably drink it, but I chose to not bring any.
I just came out of the shed and saw fog blowing through at about 20 ft high. I could barely see it but I caught it three times as it moved across the lower field by the creek. Magical.
This is the most beautiful morning I have seen in a while.
Because of my back, the last few days have been an exercise in I’m not going to do that.
Wednesday
Dealing with what was once one of my biggest concerns about homesteading: how to manage back problems. This is not something that will ever go away. I need to build working out in my schedule. It will keep core strong and also keep my ocd self from spending hours hoeing or whatever other repetitive task that might inflame the back.
This morning is not as nice as yesterday. I was unable to get fire brush fire going even with lighter fluid because all the branches are so wet.
This year the okra did not form – despite my high expectations based on a couple years ago. The butterbeans have done well, and the butternut looks healthy.
Thursday
I am late heading out to the farm this morning. Already 940. I stayed up late last might by my standards to buy seeds and do general prepping because war drums are beating again. Israel wants us to attack Iran. Getting here this late affects my plans to spray squash with potassium bicarbonate to help with powdery mildew.
Mentally I am in a better state today in part because of the good workout I had yesterday. I seem to build up a generalized anxiety that is only relieved by good sex, lifting heavy weights, or other intense physical exertion. Weed helps in the short run.
It is about a week now that I have had only one cup of coffee per day, and it has not been a problem. Being out here on the farm most of the day rather than in front of a computer dealing with the petty people stresses of being an administrator has been good for my health and my energy level. Yesterday my back was out of alignment so I left early and went to the gym. I was able to realign it by walking 30 minutes on treadmill and then laying flat on my back and doing leg extensions. I was so happy when it popped back into place. I got home earlier, cooked supper, and had energy in the evening to do other things.
Last night I went ahead and ordered my winter seeds. Seems like a good idea to get ahead of any craziness that might unfold in the ME very suddenly.
Hoed for five minutes and back flared up again. I will take an ibuprofin and find something else productive to do. Ideally, I will not need to water any more this summer – except for newborns – if I plant any. The okra and squash I bought earlier – already a little late – were delayed.
Friday
The goats are tasking and eating the plants that were burned in yesterdays fire. I did not expect that.
Monday
Left the house in a rush this morning, feeling crazy. Like I could not get out here fast enough. Now I can breathe. I am sure the roach helped. It is interesting how now the world feels like it is on a different frequency or harmony or something. 2 2/3 inches in last 24 hours preceded by 1 1/2 inches.
Tuesday
Ive come to the realization that the best planting approach going forward will be to plant everything about 8 ft apart. Unless I get some different implements. I should definitely study this before planting the fall crop.
Planting 8 ft apart will allow me to weed with the tractor, which would be like 100x more efficient for labor – but about 2x less efficient with land use. I guess another concern would be erosion. It would not be practical to mulch that much space.
Maybe I can plant two rows tight – two feet apart – then the 8 foot space. I can manage the small space on my own and then the larger space with the tractor.
Wednesday June 18
The company that built the shed has apparently gone out of business. Website is online but the links don’t work. With the help of chatgpt I found instructions.
Since I am building the shed right where the goats usually come and go, I need to go ahead and create a new exit down at the southwest corner of the pen.
Sunday June 22
I figured out what is “wrong” with my marijuana plants. Because they were fertilized, they are producing seeds. I have never seen that before and was a little confused by why the plant stopped growing. Yesterday I harvested about 4/6 and hung them in the guest bedroom upstairs.
Monday
The delicata are looking much better. Coming in strong after a slow start. I have maybe 10x as many as I once thought. I wondered if I misidentified – but I marked everything, so that is unlikely. They probably just got off to a slow start. That combined with weather patterns kept them behind – until last week’s rains. They are winter squash and take a long time to mature and take up a lot of space. Hopefully that will help with weed control.
I wrote myself into this position. At least I used writing to help me get here. Exit Strategy. I have not (yet) fully exited, but the planning involved in the exit strategy afforded me this option – to walk away from admin on my own terms
Watered and hoed most of the butternut at the top of the bottom field and most of the delicata and okra. Not going to tend the okra closest to the treeline. Whatever I get from them will be a bonus.
Looks like I will not get around to working on the shed. Going in to meet with Provost and dean later for some secret meeting where they will probably ask me to do something I don’t want.
Bringing water from home was effective. Drove the truck down and used it as a base -tools, lunch, water, etc. Good strategy. As usual, I am surprised by how little I got done today. I stay occupied and time passes very quickly. I enjoy the near solitude and the hoeing and watering and thinking and looking at the clouds, listening to the birds, learning about the plants and watching them grow. I feel like I am living well.
Yesterday and today the temp in truck read 113, but it doesn’t feel that hot.
Tuesday June 24
Yesterday before leaving I harvested about seven small zucchini and 11 cherry tomatoes, about 8 ears of corn and two cups of butter beans. I had to toss about four zucc because they are rotting at the end. I don’t know if this is because of the squash bug or something else. This is leading me to pick sooner than I would. I also had to discard a large beautiful tomato that I probably should have picked earlier. I should water the peas next.
Wednesday June 25
Wow, June is flying by. Not unexpected.
I tend the plants so I can eat their babies. I kill competing plants. The activity of gardening can expand to fill a lifetime.
Thursday
For some reason I feel tired and a little lazy. I am still plugging away, but at what feels like 2/3 speed. Threw away 9 zuc from top field but only one from bottom. It appears the fertilizer is helping. Watermelons are growing pretty quickly as well. I have about half a dozen baseball sized and a few grapefruit sized.
Friday
I am considering a drastic change of schedule that would involve me being here at the farm M-F at dawn and then home for lunch. The problem with that plan is that I cannot workout. I can easily justify the 15 minute drive from farm to town but not the drive back to Alapaha and then back to Tifton and then back to Alapaha.
Monday
The late bronze age and early iron age anthropomorphized gods succeeded the spirits which had recently been ascribed agency alongside the habit of telling the stories of great men. For the Aryans this involved the telling of courageous deeds. For the Semites, it meant tells of deceit and obedience.
I am interested in the time when the spirits were on the verge of being ascribed agency. Strongly suspect that this happened not all at once but in an overlapping series of starts and stops in countless episodes scattered across Eurasia. I found no good audiobooks on the topic.
The goats are in rut, and the alpha has taken to spending most of his time chasing away the young males.
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