The sun coming up over the mountain is a benefit that happens every day up here. Seems you never get tired of it.
Another strange benefit, money ceases to be real important when you are happy with your work. I am very happy.
I guess I was born to raise pot.
Don't misunderstand me, I do not mean that in any way other than frank.
Downing the last cup of coffee I would allow myself before I went to greet the guests, I put it in the sink and looked at the rain washed morning. Low patches of fog that I knew would be gone in an hour tarried behind the last wings of the early morning shower. Brisk, I was glad for the open door of the mess hall as I hurried in.
We tend to eat simple up here. We can actually afford lobster if we want it but we don' want it much.
But biscuits and gravy are always to be had. bacon, eggs and beef in various forms are plentiful. That and all the other bad things you can eat. We work it off in the fields.
I suppose if you are happy, simple things become enough.
My wife and I eat apart. aside from lunch we keep those times private, otherwise living on site would make you crazy.
Grinning I sat down next to the intense young man and the mousy girl from yesterday. The small smiles between them told me a lot, and it was a cool thing to watch. Fresh love beginning is always a cool happening. It seems to happen a lot on the mountain, maybe the fresh air and cold nights?
An awful lot of the summer help get married up here. Now at first it was biology students and what...