My farm 2

The day was bright and Mr. Manuel arrived with his two oxen. The «Russet» and the «Reddish» were its names. They came with yoke and the set to separate potatoes and soil.

I also saw São and Rosa his two daughters. My father, me, miss São, lady Esperança and lady Conceição we were the helpers of Mr. Manuel and his two daughters.

The house of the Farm of Angel shone white in middle of olive trees and mandarin-trees and, near it, the stone wall of «Monastery of Tibães» represented History. Round us, and the fields, the emerald pine trees concealed foxes, eagles, blackbirds, jays, magpies, snakes and the mountain! Above us the cerulean sky, with the beam of the sun, did giddy our heads. Below us the earth was dry and dusty, with weeds, and able of to do thick corns in our hands!! Near us the brook leaked in its bed, pure, crystalline and cold. The abundant and large chestnut-trees shaded the wine and maize bread of the workers. The crop was difficult, we needed to bend all day long and to draw the potatoes of the soil, to bag and carry to the warehouse with the ox-cart. At the close of the day we were tired and covered with dust and sweat.