This is a great post (complete with photos) from Jessie. Last year she was a volunteer on the farm. This year we plan to pay her for some hours. That this post’s title references one of my favorite songs about the apocalypse makes a good thing even better.
Sure, it’s winter, but we’re busy planning and preparing the farm for the imminent growing season. (We’ll be flush with seedlings soon!) I started working on the farm last May. I met Mike and Gheda more than ten years ago and our lives lead us down different but occasionally convergent paths. I am very glad to know them and I am perhaps even more glad that they have started the farm. It has been a joy to come by every week and spend time with my friends and young Milo and work on the farm. A slightly back tweaking and at times a sweaty joy, but an absolute joy nonetheless.
I also got to meet and work alongside other interesting and kind people. They were funny as well, which is a bonus when you’re looking at crates of shallots that need to get in the ground or rows upon rows of tomatoes that need harvesting.