varying degrees of light

This is written in the morning. I started my first day of work at Seedtime Harvest, the organic farm, yesterday. It starts at eight in the morning, soon to be seven thirty. Eight in the morning is earlier than high school, if I remember correctly. The first day began in the fields for the four of us - Teresa working the tiller and Matt, Sarah and myself scooping soil over the potato seeds because that's how potatoes roll. Or grow. Anyway, that happened for... wow, about three hours and, aside from the beginnings of a blister on my thumb, it was very enjoyable. The field out there is gorgeous, the land cuts away into the sky and there is no sound except for the occasional truck driving by, the consistent Iowa breeze/wind, Teresa cursing the tiller , the swish-clap of shoveling and various songs by Guster and The National. I laughed at myself, now in my fourth active year of residence in NW Iowa and having a super fun time working out in the country, doing my small part in agriculture. The people from Grand Rapids would be so ashamed. Ha!
Anyway, I have to be off soon to start another day. I'm a little more tired this morning than I was last. Hopefully I learn to fall asleep before three AM soon. That would be nice.
OK - cool. Dan is playing Postal Service. Looks like that's what I'll be singing today.