dutchrain
* der Weisheit
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Reluctantly I had sat down on the sleigh. Since Chris wouldn't put the water bottle in my hand when I reached for it, I had no other choice.
I was glad to sit, but I kept flexing my muscles, afraid I would get cramps or strain them on the way back, if they cooled down too quickly. I intended to drink a few sips, and then help Chris to cut the meat, build a fire, set up poles to dry the meat etcetera, but he only took the limbs off, and put them on the sleigh. He did this so quickly and routined, I was sure he wanted to take the deer back to the bunker to cut, smoke and dry the meat.
So I just sipped from the water. It tasted strange. Bland. Kind of too often boiled. It was still water though, and I drunk and watched the surroundings. All was peaceful, the sunlight was bright and getting warm, most of the predators were taking a nap now, which would keep until early evening, only a soft wind rustled through the very springy light green leaves of the tree I was sitting under. Down the other side of the hill I saw a lush vegetation around a watering hole. Up here there were the ruins at one side, the blooming tree, some others with only a very light shade of green at the tips of the branches and some shrubbery.
"Gooseberries!" I pointed when Chris sat down beside me, "red or black-currants, or both, and those might be raspberries, and the trees, apple and pears, and some plums? And this one, a cherry? Did you and your people get a lot of useful things out off these ruins?"
A little surprised I put my hand on his arm when he asked me if I was ready for the walk back.
"Yes, I am fine, but isn't that a beehive-stall back there? Did you get a lot of honey from it? Do you already know how the hives survived the winter? Mind if I take a look, two of our hives are big enough to split!" The last words I had to say a bit louder since I was crossing over to the small, a bit ramshackle little house at the back of what clearly once had been a blooming farm garden. It looked as if someone had set fire to one corner while smoking out the bees. The damage wasn't too big though, and I could understand why no-one had repaired it, certainly if it had happened when Chris was on his own.
"I hope no skunks have build a nest inside!" I joked, carefully trying to open the door. "Do you have the key with you?" I wondered why someone would lock a beehive, but of course if you have all your hives in one stall, you also have all your honey in one place, which might attract a robber or two.
I was glad to sit, but I kept flexing my muscles, afraid I would get cramps or strain them on the way back, if they cooled down too quickly. I intended to drink a few sips, and then help Chris to cut the meat, build a fire, set up poles to dry the meat etcetera, but he only took the limbs off, and put them on the sleigh. He did this so quickly and routined, I was sure he wanted to take the deer back to the bunker to cut, smoke and dry the meat.
So I just sipped from the water. It tasted strange. Bland. Kind of too often boiled. It was still water though, and I drunk and watched the surroundings. All was peaceful, the sunlight was bright and getting warm, most of the predators were taking a nap now, which would keep until early evening, only a soft wind rustled through the very springy light green leaves of the tree I was sitting under. Down the other side of the hill I saw a lush vegetation around a watering hole. Up here there were the ruins at one side, the blooming tree, some others with only a very light shade of green at the tips of the branches and some shrubbery.
"Gooseberries!" I pointed when Chris sat down beside me, "red or black-currants, or both, and those might be raspberries, and the trees, apple and pears, and some plums? And this one, a cherry? Did you and your people get a lot of useful things out off these ruins?"
A little surprised I put my hand on his arm when he asked me if I was ready for the walk back.
"Yes, I am fine, but isn't that a beehive-stall back there? Did you get a lot of honey from it? Do you already know how the hives survived the winter? Mind if I take a look, two of our hives are big enough to split!" The last words I had to say a bit louder since I was crossing over to the small, a bit ramshackle little house at the back of what clearly once had been a blooming farm garden. It looked as if someone had set fire to one corner while smoking out the bees. The damage wasn't too big though, and I could understand why no-one had repaired it, certainly if it had happened when Chris was on his own.
"I hope no skunks have build a nest inside!" I joked, carefully trying to open the door. "Do you have the key with you?" I wondered why someone would lock a beehive, but of course if you have all your hives in one stall, you also have all your honey in one place, which might attract a robber or two.