journal Entry 3

I had a long talk with Kate today. I think she needs a friend, someone to listen to her vent her troubles. I’m willing to lend an ear. I have been where she is and it’s not a happy place to be.

We planted the garden. The endeavor took six people and a couple of long days to complete. My back is killing me from stooping over. I hope that in a few months our table will overflow with fresh fruits and vegetables. Keep your fingers crossed there is plenty of sun and rain. I think we planted tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, bell peppers, green beans, peas, corn, potatoes, yam, onions, a half a dozen spices I can’t pronounce, and some other things I can’t remember at this moment.

I’m waiting for Joshua to return from his cattle drive. The boys moved the cattle to the recently built fenced enclosure. It’s safer than their current location. There aren’t many cattle left we don’t need any more dying or stolen. It will take years to build up their numbers. The days of feasting on steaks are over.

Joshua is supposed to give me shooting lesson after dinner tonight. He insists everyone learn how to shoot. I’m excited and a little nervous. I have never held a gun in my hands.