The second time the tractor came we had everything ready, the pipes were lifted to safety, all the branches were taken out of harms way, and the tractor driver was smiling, and told me that now he could do his job correctly! I loved watching as the huge weeds and kikuju grass were ploughed out and then mashed, as the driver had brought a different kind of plough, which he said was better for the virgin state of my soil!
In the meantime I had got the onion seeds, and had decided to sow some of it in containers to be planted out later, and the others directly into the land.
It said on the package that it could be sown directly, but Bush refused to do that, as he reckoned we would loose to many seedlings when it started sprouting. So I let him do it his way, as he had to do all the work of course. The seeds I got was a winter onion called Texas Grand, as it could withstand extreme frosty conditions. Well I hoped so, as it was now getting really cold, and we had our first light frost of the winter.
It is a wonderful world we live in, as while the ploughing was going on, birds of many kinds descended on the ploughed land, and merrilly pecked away at the insects, I do not know which, that was exposed.
When Bush came back from his job at Ronalee's, he was very chuffed, and his smile almost went right round his head. 'Yea,' he smiled, ' now we will get rich! Maybe I can then buy a better car!'
Now Bush, although he had no driver's license as yet, was taxying some of the villagers to and from Uniondale, our nearest town on Saturday mornings.I heard many tales of this, and one woman told me that it took hours, as Bush was driving at about twenty kilometers an hour. Then one day I saw his car had a big dent on the side, and he told me that he went off the road in the pass, but none of his passengers had been injured.
I warned him not to do the taxi thing, as he could be put into jail for murder or manslaughter if he had an accident without a license, and anybody died, but he just went his own way!
 Anyhow, he said that he would come the next afternoon to make the beds in which the seeds could be sown.
 I went to a shop in Misgund, and started talking to the owner, telling her about the venture, and she said she would definitily buy onions from me when they are ready. Waau! That was indeed soul lifting!