the farmer and the musician
Posted On 1 January 2012
I wasn’t going to write a post today.
The 365 Project is over and I can relax and skip a few days, posting only when something that interests me happens, or when I want to talk about something.
But today had its moments so I wanted to share them.
Firstly, we have a huge yellow plum tree in our back yard, which has been sadly neglected and which we forget to prune every year, without fail.
It grows yellow plums – obviously – and Slabs turns them into plum jam and plum sauce. A few weeks ago they started dropping off the tree, and Junoirdwarf went around the yard picking them up and putting them in the back of his Tonka truck.
This was because, he said, he is now a farmer.
So this morning we found him standing on a chair picking the unripe plums from the tree and putting them into an empty pot.
All part of being a farmer.
Fast forward to this afternoon, when Juniordwarf and I had a little disagreement and he went outside. A bit later I went to look for him and found him in the vege garden pushing all the plums he’d picked this morning into the polystyrene box that his carrots are growing in.
He said he was planting the plums so they’d grow.
I really hope they don’t . . .
As well as being a farmer, Juniordwarf is also a musician. We make a lot of mix tapes (or whatever the CD equivalent is), and Slabs has made several for Junordwarf of his favourite songs of the moment.
The other day he announced that he would be making his own CD, with 16 songs on it, because that’s a good number. Not only does he name all the songs, but now he sets himself up a venue to perform, complete with drum and pedals, and sings the whole CD.
Here are some photos of today’s performance, in which the Tarja (former singer from Nightwish) song “Anteroom of Death” was followed by two of his own compositions: “Doodlebum” and “Race Your Feet so You’re the Bum”.
If you’re wondering about the outfit, so are we.
Late this morning, Juniordwarf got changed. He said he wanted to dress up in green. Presumably no further explanation is necessary.