Menneskene på jorden, for noen maskiner. Mer pålitelige enn maskiner og de trenger mindre vedlikehold sett fra bondens ståsted. Kanskje det var derfor sjefens sjøl i dag ba Anders og Lasse å plante salater for hånd, i 8 timer. Er du alenemor eller bare en vanlig mor med en baby så vet du nok hva det vil si ”å bøye” seg. Man bøyer seg etter skjeer, bøker, leker, smekker og knuste melkeglass. Dette kan være slitsomt til tider. Guttene har også ”bøyet” seg i dag – flere tusen ganger. Ned, plant, opp, bortover, ned, plant, opp, bortover, ned, plant (…). Dette er en øvelse som ligner mye på knebøy eller bare god gammal dags ”bøying” hvis du ikke er så nøye på egen rygg etter hvert.
Salat på salat
Ps. Grunnen til at de plantet for hånd var at det er meldt kraftig regnvær så plantene måtte komme i jorda i løpet av dagen selv om de ikke var store nok ennå. De kunne ikke kunne tas av den automatiske plantemaskinen på grunn av størrelsen, eller mangel på størrelse.
Når sola stekte og salatrekkene er like lange som Årnes-brua, ja da kom sjefens sjøl og holdt en motivasjonstale. En tale som ga frysninger på ryggen i stekende sol.
The Speech Of plants
I don’t know what to say really One land, three hours To the end of the hardest workday of your professional lives Tomorrow it’s gonna rain, so it all comes down to today Either, we heal as a farm or we gonna crumble Inch by inch Plant by plant Till we’re finished We are in hell in a no-man’s-land right now, folks Believe me And We can stay here And let the sun kick the shit out of us Or We can fight our way back into the light We can plant out of hell One plant at a time Now, I can’t plant for you I’m too old I look around and I see these young farmers And I think I Mean I made every wrong choice a middle age farmer could make I uhh I pissed away 9000 plants today Believe it or not I chased off many trainees that didn’t love me And lately I can’t even stand the farmers I see You know, when you get old in life Trainees get taken from you. That’s, that’s a part of being a host family But, you only learn that when you start losing staff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is farming Because in either life or farming The margin for error is so small I mean One plant too late or too early They don’t grow big enough One half second too slow or too fast, you don’t plant it right. The plants we need are everywhere around us. They are in every field, every land, and in every tray. On this farm we fight for that plant On this farm, we tear ourselves and everyone around us to pieces for that plant. We claw with our fingernails for that plant. Cause we know When we add up all the plants That’s going to make the fucking difference Between harvesting or not harvesting Between earning money or losing money Between LIVING and DYING! I’ll tell you this At any farm It is the guy who is willing to plant Who is going to harvest And I know if I am going to harvest anymore It is because you are still willing to fight and die for that plant Because that’s what FARMING is. Every single plant in front of your face.
- Every single plant in front of your face.
- You gotta look at the farmer next to you. Look into his eyes.
