The noise, the noise, the noise!
Now that I brought them back to civilization, my ears are being assaulted. There is the constant drone of our homemade dehydrator, working away at the tomatoes and celery leaf and meat. There is the whir of the fans that are drying our onions upstairs and the beets and herbs downstairs.
The stove burners are hissing away, concentrating tomato sauce. The juicer is pulverizing celery and rhubarb into salt and vinegar substitutes. The fridge and freezers are audibly straining to keep up with demand that comes with harvest time. One kid is vigorously frothing hot milk for Suzanne, her new comfort drink to replace the Red Rose tea. Another kid is making ice-cream…stocking up for freeze-up when the cows will be on the other side of the river and we will be rendered dairy-free. Someone is scrubbing, banging and rattling the relentless supply of dirty dishes.
And, as if that is not enough, everyone is talking, despite the radio being on in full competition. With their ears being that much more sensitive than mine, there is no wonder we don’t have any moose in our own backyard!