I never get bored on the farm. I’ve had a few people write me and ask me what I do day to day and if it’s ever boring. The thing is, my days are all varied and so far I find them all interesting. A morning might start with bringing the horses out to the pasture or it might start with picking squash in the greenhouse. I might finish up with gathering and cleaning eggs or I might finish the day picking peas in the garden. The fact is, there is always something new to do on the farm.

When I first started working on the farm I kept bringing my ipod out into the fields to help get through the drudgery of planting rows of potatoes or cutting box upon box of lettuce. After the first week I starting to forget that I had it with me. By my third week it was more of a nuisance than a help. This big, clunky thing kept getting in the way of the business of squatting down in rows of vegetables and wasn’t adding anything anymore.

More important than Rilo Kiley or Ben Folds was the feeling of sun on my skin, the breeze in my hair, the sound of the birds in the trees or the cows lowing in the fields. Within a month I was addicted to the songs of the farm rather than the songs of my itunes library.

I love working on the farm. I love the dirt under my nails, the bitchiness of the hens when I gather eggs in the afternoon, and the sound of rain on the barn roof. I love the peppery smell of freshly cut arugula, the crunch and taste of sugar snap peas right off the vine, and the prickle of squash plants on my arms. I love my clay-stained, bright orange “blue jeans”, the way the horses stamp when I clean their hooves, and the glint of a ladybug’s wings when she flies away from my finger.

The only thing I miss while working on the farm is you. I miss having a person there to experience it all with me. I miss you and I’m lonely out here. But I hope you have something in your life that you love as much as I love this.