1-3: One of the chickens is in a terrible condition. She got her right foot wounded so they took her out of the chicken coop. Ovira has been taking care of her; she’s washing the chicken’s foot in the 2nd picture.
4-5: Olinda and I had to run the market ourselves today because Sayara hasn’t come back from her trip, Aga is away for vacation, and Adam is experiencing grave back-pain and needs to take a rest. Fortunately, we had some good neighbours who came to help us. Ovira helped us make the soup while Beth provided us with loonies & toonies. Also, they both stayed during the market hours which lessened our stress.
We had a great market: a lot of costumers came, people loved the soup, many brought their frozen composts and used their Market Dollars to buy vegetables. It was quite difficult managing with just the two of us. We did our very best, interchanging between tasks: serving soup, attending to costumers buying vegetables and costumers with composts, washing the dishes, answering questions about the garden, giving a quick tour to some interested costumers, explaining what the market/ garden/ summer job/ volunteering is about, keeping track of the money and the vegetables, all the while, dealing with a persistent costumer who wanted us to purchase a flower pot she brought. We sold off most of our produce by 6pm, but there were still some costumers who came so we had to harvest vegetables for them. We started closing and cleaning up half an hour early hoping to leave at 6:30 but we ended up leaving at 7:30pm, which means we got home at 8:30pm. Nightmare, I’m telling you.
I developed a new sense of respect for Olinda, my Garden Bae, as we worked side by side. She’s meticulous and conscientious even when no one’s around. She makes sure everything is done properly. I’m also diligent with my work, but today I knew that we’re understaffed, which means it would take us longer to do the same amount of work compared to if Sayara was there. So I kept telling her we don’t have to do everything so perfectly; I was so eager to get home too, feeling more restless every minute we worked past our schedule. She calmly (and with a hint of displeasure) told me we’re in charge and are responsible for the garden for that day, so we need to finish everything before we leave. I was tired, not stubborn, so it didn’t take long before I gave in and worked with her, trying to keep up with her pace even when I felt exasperated. Many times she asked me if I was still okay, and I’d answered yes. I did my best to hide my fatigue, but she worries about me even when I’m just quietly doing my work. Actually, she worries most when I’m silent (she’s gotten so used to me being noisy). She’s like a big sister, really. But that day, she was D’BOSS. Her work ethic is inspirational, it was an honour to be her side-kick.
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