We are now well into spring and nearly everything has been
planted out; though tomatoes and winter squash still have yet to be put in. We
haven’t had too much rain which is good for getting things into the ground and
bad for seedling that have already been planted. Hopefully it will come with
some regularity in the coming months but that’s like asking a bee to fly in a straight
line so it’s best not to think about it too much.
And the days are long and the sun is hot and I’m in so much
debt and by the time I get home I just don’t have the energy to sit down and
pump out 500 words. I don’t know if this will change when the work schedule
will have the regularity of harvesting and weeding and less planting. I hope it
will. The other interns are great but they are bringing up some issues I have
already dealt with and assumed to be a normal part of life here at Red Goose
Gardens.
I’ve called the farm Fariyland on more than one occasion. Life
here seems so unreal and so different from college or life in Lakeville. The work
is hard and tasks can seem insurmountable. But watching seedlings growing in
bushes so large and full of fruit can see like magic. The gods bless us with so
much summer squash we are literally brought to our knees in their service every
day for a good six weeks. An agrarian lifestyle is much like a fairy tale for a
suburban kid and though I have lived and worked on this farm for three years
now, the abundance of good things the earth gives us still captures my
imagination. Maybe fairies really are living in that space off woods between
county road 3 and the land in which we work.
So here I am. The world is different this year. It’s not all
bad. There are new problems to deal with. I will do my best to try and keep
writing. This is a time of transition. Spring is becoming summer. I have new
roles and responsibilities on the farm. I’m trying to figure out what kind of
adult I am going to be. I am no longer a college student but still feel like I
am.
All is not well in Fairyland but even in the most confusing
times I still have my friends, the chickens, the growing vegetation, and maybe
a fairy or two.
