Week 46

Geological / environmental event

Winter 5: Winter elements leave everyone cold. tired and miserable. life slows down and it becomes hard to finish projects   Mag the camelherd has found her great great great grandmam's recipie for caramel camel custard and wants to adapt it to make a frozen dessert. She's calling it Camel Moose.

NOLAN!...BOY!...WHERE YOU AT?!" Nolan, true to form, kept swinging away with the scythe, the native wheatgrass falling around the cuffs of his overalls, onto his worn, oxhide boots. "NOLAN!!...I SAID WHERE YOU AT?!" Remy's voice got louder, and a smirk crossed Nolan's face, barely perceptible behind the dark, scraggly beard, his head hunched over in concentration of the work. If he could make Remy have to walk all the way out from the camel barn, that'd be sufficent entertainment for the afternoon. "BOY!!" Remy rounded the corner of the south tool shed and regarded his little brother, "I been callin' at you from up 'the house! I KNOW you been hearin' me!" Nolan looked up at his brother, dressed in identical overalls, slightly taller, as always, and more slight, also as always. "Aw, sorry, Rem'. I was hard at work," the words came out in his customary staccato, "Wheatgrass ain't gon' bale itself." "I need you up at the barn, and you KNOW if I leave them camels for more'n minute they gonna be all up in the sugar beet patch...AGAIN," he bobbed his head in emphasis. "Well shoot, brother, what you need ME for?" the smirk crossed one more time. "Don't you be smart with me, Humper," you know that mare only listen' to you." "Well, why don't you just pick it up and put it back like you so fond of sayin' you can?" "Because IT AIN'T SHOWTIME, Nolan," his face, in mock frustration, just inches from Nolan's. "Aaaaight. Imma head that way. Hey...do I hear SUGAR BEETS being munched on?" With a start, Remy started back toward the barn, half-running, half-cussing out Nolan under his breath. Nolan chuckled and quickly, and deftly, took one last slice with the scythe. He carefully set the implement down on a nearby rock - didn't want it buried in the fresh wheat where some fool could slice his foot open on it - and headed back to the camel barn to take Louise out for her afternoon exercise. Louise never quite forgave Remy for the one time he took her down a little hard and sprained her thigh. It looked good for the crowd, and she healed up okay, but Remy tended to get a little...excitable in the moment sometimes.