Try Something New – Farming

For two weeks now, I have spent my Saturdays on a farm. Prior to that, I have been bored and I was ready to try anything new that came my way.

When I received the first invitation to come to farm, I tried declining it because i had never been to a farm and I was self conscious about not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to be the city girl in the midst of the others who were used to farming.

However, I confided in Mr E who invited me and he encouraged me to come. He told me I would learn because it’s no big deal. I reluctantly agreed and I was glad I went.

It’s planting season, so we basically went to weed and apply fertilizers to the recently planted maize and cassava.(that was two weeks ago)However, we went to a different farm last week and it was another adventure. We planted maize and cassava this time around.

Now I am wondering what is the purpose of my farm gist🤦. I guess because I had been bored and I finally got to do something different and I also got a chance to learn.

It amazed me that we have to bury the seeds for it to grow. Even more interesting is the fact that the land that Currently looks barren would soon be filled with growing plants and soon, it would be time for harvest.

I try to imagine what it means to be buried so that I can grow. I wonder if I am going through a similar process right now.

I also wonder if the maize seeds I planted deep in soil have voices. Maybe they were pleading with me not to bury them. 😆 Silly thought I know.

Another striking thing about going to the farm was the companionship. I was not alone, we numbered 9 and we talked, laughed and swapped stories while we worked.

We all had a goal in mind, but while we worked, we also had fun. Taught me the importance of company. I suppose that is why we have families and companions on our life journey. We are not meant to be alone or isolated.

Being a listener by nature, I simply enjoyed the various stories I heard, as well as catching a glimpse into the inner world of people I otherwise know something about next to nothing about.

We also ate together after which I refused to go back to work 😂. ( Did I hear someone call me a lazy girl? Please don’t judge me until you have worked as hard as I did😎)I picked a spot under a palm tree, sat on a heap and decided to encourage the guys who went back to work.

I have some terrible pictures to show for this talk. Now don’t complain. Half loaf they say is better than none.

So here goes the picture of a section of the farm. Inside these heaps are buried seeds of maize and cassava stalks.

Not only squirrels love palmkernel, humans too. Especially the humans who went to this particular farm. This nut is still sitting in his hard shell because it was not broken properly. Someone at the farm told me it’s because the shell is not dry enough.

I found this a couple of times while I was working. I couldn’t tell what it is and nobody seem to know it. Looks nice and maybe it’s edible who knows?

Haha😁 so I decided to snap my hands as evidence of my hard work. Let me toot my horn😝. This girl is hard working. Reminds me of something I heard on the farm, I was told that in certain climes in the olden days, when a women wants to get married, her farm is inspected, the condition of her farm is used to determine her eligibility for marriage. Hence, a woman who is ready for marriage must pay good attention to her farm. ( I told you I heard several stories and fables).

I am also convinced that the farming environment often loosens people’s tongues and inhibition.

Hum…here goes your girl. I had to cover my friend’s face because she said she looks terrible. We both do actually… But was I supposed to look Peng on a farm 🤷🤔. I really don’t know why I have that straight face, bear with me, I will smile or bare my 36 next time 🐊

Lastly, my phone took this picture without my permission. But I have forgiven my phone and so I am sharing the picture with you.

It’s a Wrap, thanks for visiting and …

Keep Blooming 💕