A Lazy Day

Today we were given a project to work on this season called the ‘faux farm’. It is a vision of our ideal farming situation and a plan of how we would actually carry it out. A cross between a vision board and a business plan, the project takes into account where you’d like to live, what crops you are interested in growing, how small/large scale you’d want to be, other things you’d like to incorporate into the farm/garden (use as a community resource, CSA, farmer’s markets, etc)., how much money it would cost and lots of other factors. At the end of the season we will present our plans to the group to be critiqued! My first thought was that I’d like to grow bananas because they’re my fav. and because it’d mean that I’d have to be somewhere south of the border = year round warm weather (Mom – I could grow them in Hawaii!). I’m not really interested in the business aspect, though I’m open to whatever comes along that feels right in the moment. I’m here more so because I’d like to learn to sustain myself and a community of people - ideally in a barter/trade situation… Anyway, it’s going to be a cool project.

Since it’s been pouring rain with winds reaching 70mph, we got the afternoon off. Bill said that similar weather in the past has actually blown the greenhouses away! Which made me chuckle, thinking about being swept away in a greenhouse over the valley, pitchfork in hand. So, I’ve been camped out in front of the space heater eating and reading with everyone else also eating and reading. Rita came back from her weekend at home with three chickens that we are going to raise as a group! We hope to get more in the next few months so that we can slaughter them for a feast in the fall. Her parents also bought us a 12 pack of beer which is awesome.

We walked to the welder neighbor’s house last night and delivered the cookies. The first words out of his mouth were “you kids wanna smoke a fattie?” We initially laughed it off, assuming he was kidding. But he stared at us with big eager eyes and it was apparent that he was for real, at which point we awkwardly declined. He had a poodle too, which was odd and kind of comical because the thing looked so much like one of the sheep out in his front lawn. What a nice old guy.

chillin with Lisa