New Kid in Town

A year ago I was busily working on fundraisers, supervising staff, going cross-eyed over budget spread sheets, and listening to the difficult tales of brave women and kids leaving abusive homes.  This morning, I was placing poly irrigation hoses under blackberries trying not to get whacked in the face with errant branches. It was a gorgeous sunny morning with birds and grasshoppers chirping.  What a difference a year can make.  Living on a farm gives me many opportunities, one of which is knowing that I can leave my job, and likely be employed by the person for whom I cook dinner and wash his diesel-smelling jeans. For years I have known that if I Just Couldn’t Do It Anymore (the hymn of many working mothers), I could beg Steve and offer to work on the grungiest task here on the farm.  So I took the leap and here I am.  I’ll be doing these blog entries a couple of times a week (which, IS NOT the grungiest task on the farm!)  If there’s anything that you want to know about life on the farm, please let me know. Until next time, enjoy the sounds of the birds and watch out for low flying branches…