5/18/2020
(Above: Inside the cinnamon bread – a soft and delectable swirl.)
Active Summary: After an early morning regimen of writing, calisthenics, and a beef pasture check with Padre, I returned to Jacobhouse and wrote for about an hour. This was ensued by my making a loaf of bread from dough that had been hibernating since I made mini-cinnamon rolls on the 30th of April*. As that baked, I wrote even more, and after pulling a smooth and nicely-browned loaf out of the oven, I ventured outdoors where I filled 12 bags of Moo-Magic and moved them down to the compost stand with Padre’s aid. To conclude the early morning activities, I visited Padre in the studio as leftover shortribs cooked in the oven.
The sheen was achieved via brushing an egg-wash over the entire loaf before cooking.
(7:27 PM Update:) This afternoon began with some writing, Master Blend correspondence, and a brief rest. After that, I helped with a number of bovine related activities, including: catching a new mother-cow, retrieving that new mother-cow’s calf from the field and placing it in another smaller paddock (carried via Segway and wheelbarrow)**, checking calves for ailments, and treating the couple ailing calves I found. To conclude cattle-related tasks, I helped Padre patrol the pasture one more time, and I aided in the esophageal feeding of a pathetic (in the 1800’s sense) Wagyu.
It should be noted that the seltzerator was utilized multiple times throughout this afternoon, and that is exactly where I sojourned after the conclusion of bovine activities. I sat in the cool freezer room, sipped some seltzer, and worked on the map that I have been drawing for my writing project. Before heading to Jacobhouse, I tended to a Master Blend customer, retrieved Moo-Magic funds, and checked on the gardens.
These tomatoes seem to be growing visibly with each passing day. 
Note the holes in the leaves at the top left. Those are caused by tiny army-worm caterpillars. Fortunately, a ‘Perilus strigipes’ (a predatory stinkbug) had already arrived on the scene and was feasting upon the irksome pests with great zeal. 
A curly cucumber. 
A Malabar Summer Spinach plant growing amidst encroaching California grass.
Final Note: After submitting this entry, I will likely make myself a French omelet to accompany cabbage salad and watermelon over at Padre’s studio.
*My reason for making the bread today, is because I looked in the fridge and found that the almost 3-week-old dough had finally begun to rise. So, I pulled it out, allowed it to rise even more, flattened it via rolling pin, applied cinnamon/coconut sugar, and then rolled it up into a long tube. Another 40 minutes of rising, and it was ready for the oven where it baked on 375 F for 30 minutes.
**The little one had hurt its hind leg, so our intention was to put it in a place where neither it nor its mother had to walk far for water/feed.