Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Working like a farmer

I'm working like a farmer. There's nothing else to say.

My journey to this farm was extravagant and exactly what I needed. Then I pop out in Montana at 7 am with no sleep for two days and a long bus/train ride behind me and I hit the ground running. I've been working with out a day off now and it's 11 hour days with an hour lunch. None-the-less the work is very gratifying. Greenhouse transplanting, seeding, field work and clean up, farmers markets, and soon CSA deliveries. I'm tired. I'm sun burnt and I really want to explore the area. I'm seriously regretting not bringing my car or at least a good bike as the farm has ten parts bikes and not a single whole one. My boss Judy is constantly unsatisfied with how much we get done because there's so much more to do before summer. Spring was late this year and that's probably a big part of the problem, though past interns tell me it's always like this. I actually had a random bartender tell me that he's heard that it's particularly rough on Terrapin Farm. Something about my boss pushing to the bone and taking all she can get of our time. But it's not all that bad. The food is awesome and I eat lots. It's all organic and my lifestyle here is so sustainable and so easy. No complaints on that front. I just need a couple more hours to zone out and to sleep. Please send me cards and letters, I'd love to hear from the outside world. Maybe I am a city girl after all....

6505 Farm to Market Rd
Whitefish, MT 59937

Nat

1 comment:

Tabby said...

Natalia! Sounds like you are building muscles like no other. Bet you can do a billion push ups by now. =) Working on a farm is like nothing else, I know. Just be sure to cover yourself in sunblock every morning. And wear a big hat. I'm serious, lady.

What kind of good food are you having there? Do they eat the chickens/livestock? And what about cows? Do they have dairy cows? If they do you should make whipped cream & dip strawberries in them.. Mmmm.

Speaking of cows, there are cows everywhere here. In the streets, in the markets, in the rivers. You name it, they're there. India is a vegetarian's haven. You've got to come here someday, Natalie.

I hope things get brighter for you. Maybe you can find a bike at a garage sale or something around there? Good luck!

Love,
Tabby