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#MothersDay story: Baba's Farmer Talk

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Farmer talk is what townfolk call idle chat amongst the farms. It is said that farmer talk is so inane and innocuous that it can put any non-farmer to sleep. This is somewhat true: only those who live and work on the farms want to hear about how much chalk is in the soil and what kind of loam is down and how the sheep are doing and whether there is any fear of casadaicht, and I am sure half of you are already starting to drift off.  Baba Connridh and Jaicobh MacDaede are old friends. Being two of the oldest people in Frewyn, each knows when the other is pretty well done for talking and can therefore say a lot by saying a little. It is no different between them whether they're talking about a new hay harvest or whether they're discussing surviving the latest plague: Baba Connridh was arguing with the turnips. She wanted them planted before the day was out, but they had other ideas; they wanted the radishes to go first, being in with the carrots and parsnips, and though Baba