The seventh journal entry, here is the sixth.

It is probably April 30, but I can’t confirm or deny that.

I just burned through an entire tank of gasoline by weed whacking the valley. This has become my most valuable skill set. To farm sustainably, you should try to mimic nature. Nature doesn’t exactly pull weeds, but it sure plants them. Vitto puts hay and pulled weeds all over the place and even leaves the roots. That is a pretty stark contrast to what common knowledge says, but it’s obviously working for this farm. Vitto just has as plethora of plants. He grows garlic, fava beans, lettuce and all sorts of leafy greens. He has a bunch of fruit trees on multiple grades of the valley he lives in. I think the trees are sheezo (some Japanese fruit, I can’t understand what he is saying), apricot, apple, and prickly pear. Surrounding the trees is a lot of grass that is susceptible to brush fire. I go through for an hour or two a day and whack it all. I’ve been listening to Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix throughout the duration of the whacking and it is quite nice. At this current moment of writing, Vitto went into town while I continued working. I am officially out of gasoline, so I’m just writing and taking lame pictures and petting the puppy dog.