Happy Monday? I used to wince at the greeting that was surely an oxymoron.
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This week, I’ve switched from a drive to a Christmas tree farm to a medieval setting. My hero Lachlann has fallen forward in time, but he is every bit a medieval man with a medieval past.
Lachlann sat at his desk, seeing not his computer but a broad, empty field, the loch sparkling in the distance. His best friend’s lyrical brogue sounded crystal clear in his memory.
‘“The sun hung midway between heaven and earth, the great loch silver beneath it, as Lachlann An Damh plowed his field.’ That sounds good, don’t you think? Must you do that?”
Lachlann stopped in his tracks to glare at Rónán, who sat on a rock, sketching and watching him work.
“Must I do what?”
“It would be much more picturesque, and my drawing would look a lot better, if you would guide your oxen like any normal tuathanach. But no, you can’t be like other farmers. You have to pull the plow yourself, like one of your beasts.”
“At the moment, I have more land than beasts,” grunted Lachlann, straining as he pulled the heavy, wooden plow over a deep rut. “One day, I’ll have more oxen."
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Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun. – Gibran Khalil Gibran