I'd Rather

In class yesterday, we planned to plant potatoes for research involving plant density. Landon, a young father of 1 and 1/2, and I rode a Gator to the field, and a man named Jordan drove the other Gator behind us, while Professor Willis took a pick-up in front of us with everyone else in the truck bed. I didn't know this, but the way to the field took a dirt road, and we ate a lot of dirt driving behind the pick-up. Thank you for eyelashes. Landon and I sowed seed 8 inches apart, in staggered rows 15.5 inches apart. We did this on three plots of 10 by 10 foot.There were maybe 15 of us planting. Some of us were in class together, and then there was one other class. I just have to say: I love farmers. They are slow-paced, but know when it's time to get serious. They are friendly and genuine. We need more farmers.

It was fun. And I almost didn't go.

One sheep

Today I went to the temple, because I am a Mormon. In it, we have rites that we perform to bring us and our families closer to God and Jesus. It is funny how doing something physical makes your spirit realize things.
Every week since I got off my mission two years ago, I went to the temple. However, this last semester, I didn't go but twice or three times. Now, I am back to a normal schedule; I go to the temple once a week.
Today, when I came out of the temple, it started to rain. I didn't mind. When I went to cross the 4-way stop, a mini-van stopped and a man in the passenger's seat asked if I wanted a ride. Of course, how could I say no? I opened the sliding door and inside were a handful of beautiful young teenagers. They were on their way to see the Illusion show. I asked them if they liked magic, and if they did magic. One of the boys said "I am magic." (:

Horses and Cobbler

Tonight I went to help do yard work at one Mike Palmer's home. His wife, Faith, busied herself creating Dutch oven chicken, cheese potatoes, beans, and peach cobbler. My friend, Cathy, and I engaged in stacking pallets, but were soon made obsolete by the three men in the work group. They were strong, and I couldn't even carry a pallet by myself, so I understand. We instead made ourselves useful by helping in the kitchen.
Shortly after I grated a half block of cheese, their daughter Charly taught us how to ride horses. (I ought to be doing homework right now.) I had never ridden a horse before, and I felt pretty ridiculous trying to steer the thing and kicking it-only to have it move 10 feet and stop again. When I got the thing to trot, I experienced turbulence something like that of a baby bouncer seat, and then I nearly got my head kicked by another horse named Cinnamon, when I rode to close to her.
We ate.
The boys went off to ride, some of them, and Mike and James (?) shot hoops in the back yard, while the women stood by a campfire encircled by The One Ring and discussed books we had read and what's good. Nothing quite like that good old library feeling. When the boys came back, they joined us by the fire, and we slurped down peaches and cream, patted our tummies, and said good night.