Diaries of Adam and Eve

Inspired by Mark Twain

Before the smoke

Eve

~Monday~

            I woke up to the sound of the birds singing outside my window. I’m not sure there’s a sound more beautiful in the world. It’s like they’re signing for me, for the other animals, for the trees, and the water; all so we will awake peacefully from our rest. And I try to return the favor; leaving seed in the feeder that hangs on our front porch. making sure the birdbath in the garden is always filled, and singing to them as they do for me. And I believe they know my gratitude. When I went down the old wooden staircase that leads to the ground floor of our house, little flakes of finish peeled off as my hand passed over them. When I walked into our quaint, little kitchen it was filled with sunlight from the open windows that surround the room, and with the smell of eggs cooking. I’m not sure there’s a more comforting scent in the world. I took note of that moment, because it was truly a gift, and I thought about how lucky I was to be there and to wake up that same way every morning. Mother always wakes up before me, so does father for that matter. When I looked out the window he was already tilling the fields. Most mornings, he’s out there before I’ve even woken up, which is saying a lot. And it’s not because there’s a necessity for him to start so early, but because—I believe—he just cannot wait to breathe in the morning air. I looked from him to my mother, as she stood preparing breakfast, wearing the warm smile that rarely ever leaves her face. And then to my younger sister as she slinked down the stairs from her bedroom, still half asleep. I felt so lucky to be there in that moment, with those people, in this magnificent place I call home.

 

Before the smoke

Adam

~Monday~

            I woke up to the sound of birds singing outside my window. I really like how they sing in the morning. I quickly began to feel excited and ready for the day, as I always do in the mornings. I’m not the type of person who can sleep in, I don’t really understand how anyone could, not that I know anyone who does but I’m sure there must be some out there who do. When there’s so much to be done in a day, how could anyone waste any of it resting? I got out of bed and walked down the hall from my bedroom to the kitchen. My older sister, Annie, was already cooking breakfast, and it smelled quite good. My father was sitting at the table eating quickly so that he could get out on the farm sooner. We have five different types of animals on our farm and my father, older brother, sister and I spend the whole of our days tending to the land and its inhabitants. We have just enough hands helping that we usually finish our work right around nightfall, which is quite perfect. Recently, my older brother’s friend from down the road was looking for work and my father said he would give him a shot helping out here. However, with another set of hands helping, someone would be left without a full days work and that is simply a waste of a day so I found work on the produce farm down the road. My father thought that this was a good idea. This way I could learn how to do a different type of work, which will make me an even better worker. As soon as I finished my breakfast I started down the dirt road that connects all the homes for as far as you can see, its quite perfect. I felt excited and ready for the day.

 

Before the smoke

Eve

~Tuesday~

            A new boy started helping out on the farm. He came by for the first time yesterday; his name is Adam. There is something about him that I find quite fascinating. And the way I felt around him was very surprising as well; it was a feeling that I was unfamiliar with. This was curious to me because I feel like I have felt most feelings, but I suppose if there is a feeling I hadn’t felt I wouldn’t know until I felt it. I guess this is what happened with Adam. He came by early this morning, he nearly got outside before my father. My father says he really admires his work ethic. I had been out in the field all morning, picking the fully-grown vegetables from their stems and collecting them in my woven, wicker basket. I love picking the produce, there is something so wholesome about it; it reminds me of how simple life is. We grow from the earth and we take in its nutrients and its sunlight, as I do everyday, and when we reach our full maturity we return to the earth. There is just something so beautiful to me about that. I finished my work right as the sun went down, and my father, Adam, and I all went inside together to have supper. Supper tonight was especially exciting because Adam had decided to join us. And to my surprise he was quite talkative, unlike yesterday when he spoke but a few words to me. It was because he was very excited tonight about something I must admit I don’t really understand. All through supper he went on and on about an idea he has, an idea that will make tending to the fields much easier. Although I think my father was slightly confused too, he seems to like Adam’s idea. And although I was confused all throughout dinner, I was grateful to have had the rich company, the delectable food, and another perfect day. I going to bed excited for tomorrow. And I feel so grateful.

 

Before the smoke

Adam

~Tuesday~

            I got to work even earlier today than I had the day before; I was too excited. Learning how to till and sew the fields was so exhilarating yesterday. This work is similar to, yet also very different from the work I’ve always done on our farm. I guess that’s a pretty cool thing about communities like ours, we all cultivate something different and then we sell what we have to one another. So we all make profit from our work and we also can easily gather the goods and necessities that we do not have. I’m very interested in the way these things work. The farmer’s daughter came outside not long after I arrived today. She wakes up early like I do and works all day long like I do and I like that about her. She is also quite beautiful and I like that too. She looks at me a lot though and it confuses me. She also looks long at the sky and the grass and the birds and this kind of confuses me. I wonder if maybe she’s a bit slow. I would still be interested in her if she was because she still gets a lot of work done despite it. Today I had an idea. I was turning the soil out in the back of the field and it occurred to me that if we had something heavy to maneuver the tools and we were able to control the contraption without straining ourselves, we would be able to get our work done twice as fast. I am really excited about this idea because I think if I brought it to a manufacturer of some sort he may actually be able to make it. I told the farmer’s family about it at dinner and I think the farmer liked my idea too. Eve looked very confused and I think that maybe she is slow, either way I’m going to bring my idea to someone tomorrow. I can’t wait for it to be morning.

 

After the smoke

Eve

~Monday~

            It’s been about a month since Adam’s new invention was brought to the farm. With this new contraption, he and father are able to work the entire field before noon. They are both very excited about this because they say it makes them more efficient and at first I was excited too because I was quite proud of Adam for following through with his idea, but now I’m not so sure. The invention makes a lot of noise. Now, when I wake up in the mornings I don’t hear the birds. I can’t hear their sweet music over the sound of its turning and rumbling. When I walk into the kitchen the room is no longer filled with light and the smell of eggs cooking as it used to be. Instead there is a terrible smell that rolls past our house each day. It is some kind of smoke I think, and it drifts in with the wind and makes a fog around the house until it moves past. I think it’s coming from the next road down. My days are very different now. With how efficient father and Adam are in the fields, they have a lot of extra time. And so, they often help me with my work. And now, what would usually take me until evening, I finish while the sun is still rather high in the sky. I do miss picking the vegetables. And with this extra time I don’t know what to do with myself. Lately I’ve been feeling this pit in my stomach, a sort of daunting of the unknown, it’s like time nawing at me telling me to do something. I think they call this boredom. And this boredom makes me feel very uneasy. I miss what it was like before, before the smoke. I think I will spend more time trying to get to know Adam, at least then I’ll have a companion to pass the time with.

 

After the smoke

Adam

~Monday~

            We’ve been using my invention for a while now and people all up and down the road are trying to buy some too. The manufacturer said he’s going to need a bigger space to make all of these, so last week they built a factory down the road. This will be good because it will continue to make things more efficient. It’s amazing how many inventions like mine have been made in the past couple of months. People say these types of things are going to keep getting made and everything is going to keep getting easier. I’m excited about this. It’s good to be efficient. The farmer and I get our work done in half the time now. We even get to take some of the burden off of Eve, although I’m not sure how she really feels about it, she’s been quiet lately. I get home early in the evening now and my father and brother are usually finishing around the same time since they bought a model of my invention for our farm too. I do find sometimes that I get nervous when I get home. It’s like I feel as though I’m stressed, but I’m done with my work so I can’t quite figure out the reason for this. When I told my father about this he went down to the cellar and brought up an old, dusty bottle of bourbon. I’ve never taken a drink, nor seen my father take one. We are usually too tired after the day. However, when I drank this it made me feel much better. So I took another drink. I think this is what I’ll do now when I start to feel nervous after the day. The next morning, I slept in.