Month: September, 2013

of mice and men

“ok someday – we’re gonna get the jack together and we’re gonna have a little house and a couple of acres an’ a cow and some pigs and – ”

an’ live off the fatta the lan’,”¬†lennie shouted. “an’ have¬†rabbits. go on george! tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in he winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. tell about that george.”

“well,” said george, we’ll have a big vegetable patch and a rabbit hut and chickens. and when it rains in the winter, we’ll just say the hell with goin’ to work, and we’ll build up a fire in the stove and set around it an’ listen to the rain comin’ down on the roof – ”

john steinbeck

finding my thoughts in fiction.



our last days volunteering in the czech republic involved drinking burcak, making wine with our feet and turning hay. haymaking by hand in the sunshine is such a wonderful job (when you don’t have to do it all the time) and it always makes me think of these paintings by jean-francois millet.