It's been two months. I managed to get a handgun, since the one I had was taken. I helped harvest the cucumbers until they were gone. All the garlic has been harvested, too.
Pumpkins and gourds are in season; Ms. Hurst told us that we can help harvest her salad greens whenever we want–they're in season most of the year. Rations have gotten a bit more diverse.
There are plenty of apples now.
We worked on a new section of Ms. Hurst's farm, too. She said she was going to try planting potatoes in the spring, and that she bought some for planting from the O'Neil farm.
I've never plowed a field before. I've only been settled down once, and that was in Willington. I didn't have to do farm work there.
I was on sentry duty sometimes, but Claire's family was fairly successful, and being with her had its benefits. Eating well doesn't mean I'm a bad person.
She was lovely in every way, and her family was hospitable.
I've gotten to know the town more. There are a lot of smaller farms that really just feed their owners and contribute a little food to the town.
There are three main larger farms who are able to sell food: the O'Neil farm, Ms. Hurst's Glade Farm, and the Page Farm. Out of them, the O'Neil farm is the largest.
It employs a good bit of people, and contributes a lot of food to the town. It's owners also are integral in the occasional inter-town trade.
In addition to trade with Willimantic, there has been some specific trade with other towns. We're going to have a bit of a harvest festival with Lebanon. They have breeding stock that we need.
The O'Neils raise beef cows; Lebanon has a few dairy farms. From what people have said, traditionally, you would breed your animals in the fall and slaughter some of the grown around December.
That process fell by the wayside with modern farming.
As few days ago, a group from Willimantic came into town. They looked just a little bit more official than everyone else.
Where our guards wear whatever, the people guarding Willimantic's trading group were all wearing green, a few with police vests.
They were better armed than our guys, and that's when I realized it: Willimantic needs us, and we need them to be on good terms with us.
We gave them food, and they gave us ammunition and some random equipment. The head of the traders met with the sheriff outside in the street.
The trade was scheduled, and the exchanges were agreed to beforehand. Then something unexpected happened. Willimantic's man asked, more demanded, that we give them medicine, too.
Sheriff Clark insisted we had no medicine, and the people from Willimantic begrudgingly left. I watched the whole event while bringing food up to the store.
The sheriff looked concerned after that, and had a meeting with Doctor Perkins, probably concerning our meager medicine production.