SowingSeed
The machine had a handle the thing did not even weigh much the size of the thing was awkward as it was long and tall and made for a left handed man eye had it twisted around for my right hand to be on the crank but it was defiantly backwards to the manufacturer's instructions the job itself was easy just walking around on the bare patches of ground laying handle to turn the seed spilling out it felt like woman's work some to me and the thing was tedious and the weather was odious and my nerves just could not take the hours.
Some day eye will learn that real life and mere work were not made for me.
How eye tried how the machine in my hand how it churned how it emptied so quick and to fill it again from the bag that was gone on the back of the truck well the farmer should learn to be smarter than that to make work last too long in the field. Eye left quick taking no pay for that day he left me somewhere on the side of the road very sad. Eating some veggies eye found in the ditch a turnip one half missing from one side of a turnip not yet gone bad.
A raw turnip is better than nothing how this old man did chew it.
Missing the kitchen of Mother and home making the only way on all alone.
Sowing Seed.
