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Chapter 43
Slaughtered Dreams
Chapter 43: Clients
I never feel alone. The animals are my companions.
Planting the new garden with drip tape saved time and labor.
It was an excellent year for tomatoes. Raw goat milk sprayed on the plants a few times a season prevented blight and worms.
My days started early in the morning, milking goats before working in the garden in the afternoon. It was common for me to be too filthy to rest inside the house. In the evening, I did housework.
Late at night, while Ronnie was still at work until midnight, I would process vegetables.
If I needed to rest, I also had handwork to do. In the rear, you can see a tub of huckleberries. If I needed to sit and rest, I would destem them and freeze them until I had enough to make jelly and syrup.
I always waited up for him to get home.
If I needed to rest, I also had handwork to do. In the rear, you can see a tub of huckleberries. If I needed to sit and rest, I would destem them and freeze them until I had enough to make jelly and syrup.
I always waited up for him to get home.
Loading up my milk fed hogs to take to the slaughter house.
I kept them calm in the shade and clean with the hose. I fed them a large supper of milk in the evening, dreading the morning to come.
Chapter 43: Portfolio
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