Vacances
A week in the country doesn't mean idleness, I've got sheep to feed and water, eggs to collect, plants and vegetables to water (without breaking a vertebra like in August 2019), walks in the forest to do, a house to maintain (more or less), cats to feed and cuddle, salads and courgettes to pick, family and friendly neighbors to visit. It's not a holiday, even if it looks like one. On my ancestral land, no less. A week in my very own Walden, meditating by the pond, listening to the frogs, gazing at the three pine trees that are my age (and getting a bit old too).