Hot and Horse

As the debate on food prices and energy continious around the globe all of us seem to get to the roots of the brew.
As I am covering my head with old sheats and shirts to prevent excess of the healing sun, I stumble behind the horse that pulls the wooden ridge tool over the field. The mountains around give me the feeling I am going back to the nest of production. The farmer on the other side of the hill shouts with his tractor as I clearly prefer to look at the ass of the working stalion. While I am trying to keep my balance and the ridge steady I wonder if this is something I did before.
The absence of the engine taking over almost all senses feels like old glory. Maybe the BD farmer in the Black Forest was ahead of his time when he declared a farm without tractor.
The other two families only work with the machine and when I talked to the Dutch organiser of this Sitio he doubted if this horse-team would be able to keep going.
The next day the horses are lost between the high grasses and there is no tractor to quickly prepare that field.
If we are going to learn how to work with animals again, we need to become specialists and realists. I am not sure yet how to bring these two together.

I have to say that I love the work and my drive to farm only seems to grow!!!
Wish you all very well!!
I got contact with Jefferson and he does not have acces to the internet but has a very good time in Kent on the farm. He gives you all his regards!