I Really Wanted That Thing
Ugh. NPR made me tear up this morning. I must be PMS-ing.
Autumn hit my valley like a freight train. Earlier this week, it rained for three days straight, and once the rain stopped, it had gone from 90 degrees to, like, 50. It's amazing. I'm going to get mushroom hunting soon, I think. 'Tis the season for exciting mycology!
Yesterday, I went down to the farm for the first time in four weeks. One of the professors of Sustainable Agriculture had contacted me back when I was still the Garden Shogun, and she scheduled a tour. So, weeks later, I waddled down the hill and into the toolshed. It was so great. The crew was in there packing up for a market at 11am, but everyone stopped and gave me really big hugs and asked about my new job and told me to come down more often. It was so nice.
The Interim Manager, a woman named Skelley, gave me a big hug, and we did a walkabout so she could catch me up on what had happened in the last four weeks. They've started planting the greenhouse and hoophouses--using plans that I designed right before I left the farm--and the last generation of dark, leafy greens was planted in the field. The first frost is October 15, so soon, growing outside will be a thing of the past. Still, everything was beautiful. Even the stuff that wasn't beautiful. And I want to go back so bad. I told Skelley I want to come back so bad.
The tour went really well. I realized after, like, ten minutes of talking that when giving a tour to an ag-science class, I would give a better tour if I knew anything about science. I know that, sometimes, you put a seed in the ground, apply water and sun, and then in 5-7 week, it's vegetables. Taa-daa! My tours are always chock-full of funny anecdotes and some hands-on experience, and even if people don't go home much more knowledgeable, they certainly go home entertained. Not sure if that's what the professor wanted, though.
This morning, the man-friend found a dying bird in the parking lot of our apartment complex. He put on rubber gloves and went to put it out of its misery, and I stayed inside because, while I think it's the best thing to do, I could never be a part of that. When he came back in, he said that he flipped the bird right side up, and as soon as he did, it hopped away. So not a broken neck. Probably a broken wing. I asked him, "So it'll be okay?" He laughed. "It'll be dead in a day. Getting picked off by a house cat is the circle of life; dying on your back in a parking lot is not."
Today's highlight: driving by the young man in a wife-beater, selling hand-made autumn wreaths out the back of his black El Camino.
Autumn hit my valley like a freight train. Earlier this week, it rained for three days straight, and once the rain stopped, it had gone from 90 degrees to, like, 50. It's amazing. I'm going to get mushroom hunting soon, I think. 'Tis the season for exciting mycology!
Yesterday, I went down to the farm for the first time in four weeks. One of the professors of Sustainable Agriculture had contacted me back when I was still the Garden Shogun, and she scheduled a tour. So, weeks later, I waddled down the hill and into the toolshed. It was so great. The crew was in there packing up for a market at 11am, but everyone stopped and gave me really big hugs and asked about my new job and told me to come down more often. It was so nice.
The Interim Manager, a woman named Skelley, gave me a big hug, and we did a walkabout so she could catch me up on what had happened in the last four weeks. They've started planting the greenhouse and hoophouses--using plans that I designed right before I left the farm--and the last generation of dark, leafy greens was planted in the field. The first frost is October 15, so soon, growing outside will be a thing of the past. Still, everything was beautiful. Even the stuff that wasn't beautiful. And I want to go back so bad. I told Skelley I want to come back so bad.
The tour went really well. I realized after, like, ten minutes of talking that when giving a tour to an ag-science class, I would give a better tour if I knew anything about science. I know that, sometimes, you put a seed in the ground, apply water and sun, and then in 5-7 week, it's vegetables. Taa-daa! My tours are always chock-full of funny anecdotes and some hands-on experience, and even if people don't go home much more knowledgeable, they certainly go home entertained. Not sure if that's what the professor wanted, though.
This morning, the man-friend found a dying bird in the parking lot of our apartment complex. He put on rubber gloves and went to put it out of its misery, and I stayed inside because, while I think it's the best thing to do, I could never be a part of that. When he came back in, he said that he flipped the bird right side up, and as soon as he did, it hopped away. So not a broken neck. Probably a broken wing. I asked him, "So it'll be okay?" He laughed. "It'll be dead in a day. Getting picked off by a house cat is the circle of life; dying on your back in a parking lot is not."
Today's highlight: driving by the young man in a wife-beater, selling hand-made autumn wreaths out the back of his black El Camino.