I Will

Interested in organic farming and in spending quality time with Annalee whenever possible, I asked her a simple question at about 9 this morning. "Do you want to go see bok-bok?" "Yeah," she said. Unfortunately, I asked my question about an hour before I got us ready to leave the house. "Bok-bok," she said. "See bok-bok." Eventually, we did get in the minivan and drive through the lesser end of a pretty good rainshower. Once at the market, we shopped among the wooden tables for our tomatoes and whatnot, a tin roof keeping us dry. "Bok-bok," Annalee said. "Do you want to see them, even though it's raining?" I asked. "Bok-bok," she said. We finished our shopping and went to see the chickens. As luck would have it, the unwalled shed where they dry garlic was near enough to the chicken coop for us to take in the scene without getting too wet. Most of the twenty or so chickens were walking about in the rain, pecking at a couple of circular trays of feed that had been left out for them. After a good fifteen minutes of watching them together, I asked Annalee if she wanted to go home. "No, bok-bok," she said. When, a few minutes later, I made an executive decision that we go attend to our next errand, I had one squirmy, and seemingly unhappy, girl in my arms. She may or may not have known that I would be bringing her back to the farm next week, but I will.