i can't construct a sentence

not even a simple, grammatically correct sentence.
it's been happening out on the field a lot, as my "one week" stay stretches out to ten days.
at some point my mind loses track of what i'm saying and things degenerate quickly into a mosh of onomatoepia parading around as malformed words

i'm also getting good at spitting out laughably incorrect words.
i called a mouse a "primate" (shortly after it's sudden demise via boot stomping)
then i corrected myself and called it a mammal
then finally got it right and said "rodent! geeze!!!"

i'm blaming it on the fact that i've been out using my hands for most of each day
that i've been waking up too early too much
(though 5:15-5:40 doesn't seem late when it's scorching by 11am)
and/or i've been out in the sun too much.

that last one is definitely true.

anyway, it's been a good week so far. lots of babysitting, lots of weeding, a fair bit of swimming in the lake, and plenty of eating fruit right off the tree or vine or heck, even the ground sometimes. i definitely have a different relationship to dirt these days.

but.

the unexpected delight of the week so far was an intense conversation about aesthetics, art, divinity, the pursuit of enlightenment, and their points of intersection. it started with a brief history of one of the farm hand's collegiate history (including way too much familial pressure to go in this direction or that direction) during a side-by-side carrot harvest, then unfurled itself properly throughout strawberry harvest. that connection right there made my week and i'm hoping to follow up the conversation with a drive about and an intro to radiohead {yippee! can't pass up that change}. meanwhile, i eve have a reading assignment: john dewey's art as experience, and i gave my own: james hillman's the practice of beauty.

life is good,
but i'm also looking forward to being home come saturday afternoon.