As expected, small towns just don't have as much going on. I'm used to the city, having lived the last 4 years in Minneapolis, and have a tendency to think there is always something to do somewhere if I just look hard enough. At the very least a coffee shop, Hard Times Cafe, or a bar will be open for hanging out. It's not like that here in a county of 15,000. We just don't have the in yet to all the things happening out there, because I know they exist. So, for that reason we spend a lot of time at the farm entertaining ourselves. Saturday night resulted in the very delicious entertainment of a campfire and s'mores. We dug a new fire pit out in the middle of the field (since the last one was sitting under pine trees and among dead pine needles) and created small flower beds made out of cinder blocks. We were lucky to have a rainless night Saturday so it seemed like a perfect thing to do. Josh got the fire started with the contents of our small recycling bag and eventually the moisture steamed out of the logs until they were burning too. I'm quite sure s'mores are god's gift to the world, just saying. Here's a look at our foggy bonfire. Oh, and lunch.
Another thing to get used to, and I've talked about this before: the rain! On Sunday we did laundry and Sunday afternoon it rained. Our clothes never get entirely clean so in reality we put our clothes into a machine, it dampens them, and then they take up space in our cabin and kitchen, basking in the moist air.
I apprenticed on a farm in southwest Virginia from April-October 2010. This blog contains all the anecdotes and observations from that adventure.
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