Roots


I am notorious for getting lost. I get lost even in places I have lived for years, so this last month of being new to these cities has involved my spending lots of times doing U-turns, peering at street signs and making phone calls asking for directions just one more time.  The other day when … Continue reading Roots

now


Pulling on baggy work pants and rain boots this evening to take out the trash, I got hit by an extra-strong wave of farm nostalgia.My spaghetti sauce could use some fresh basil, my body could use a few hours of field work, and my spirit misses the company of my four sisterfriends. Having boots on … Continue reading now

what I leave behind


At our big start-of-the-project celebration last August, Julie asked each of us interns to put something on the mantel of the community room as a symbol of our presence on the farm this year. At our closing gathering a few weeks ago we each took those symbols and were asked to replace them with something … Continue reading what I leave behind

birds of the air


A couple of weeks after moving the Farm I noticed something odd…in the middle of all this farmland, I only rarely saw or heard birds. A few more weeks passed and we were exiled from the Farmhouse for a night while a fumigant called chloropickerin (re-purposed WWI tear gas) was being pumped into the strawberry … Continue reading birds of the air