We welcomed another WWOOF’er into the fray on Saturday, his name is Jason, he’s from Brooklyn. He has WWOOF’ed abroad, but this is his first tour in the US and we are glad to have him.
This is Eric, he’s from Chicago. He’s been here for a few weeks already. You’re a hard worker Eric! We like you!
The rows still left to dig.
The man, the myth, the legend.
Onions and leeks.
Hoop at large.
Jason. New WWOOF’er. Brooklyn represent!
Eric’s Skylark. It’s not blue, if fact some might call that color black. I have a special place in my heart for Buick Skylarks.
Today Paul took Franchy to the farmer’s market to meet with Patrice Gros about the hoop house building that will be commencing here in November. Patrice, a fellow Frenchman was excited to know about our new French help. Pleasantries, pleasantries. When Franchy and Paul arrived back on the farm, Beth and I were in the north rows weeding and attempting to make them larger. Franchy stepped in and began pitch forking the ground, while Beth shook the soil from the grass roots. I was a row over returning mulch to the row. Franchy turns to me, and with his French-English says, “Uh, I need, how do you say, uh…” and he lifts his foot which is covered in blood and dirt. “A Band-Aid” I say, “Yes! A Band-Aid, yes.” He replies. “What did you do?” I ask him. He motions that he stuck himself with the pitch fork. “Okay, go back to my house and show your foot to Paul, and he’ll take care of it.” I tell him. After he walked away Beth and I giggled. His first day on the job and he stabs his foot. I think it’s noble of Franchy to travel with the WWOOF program, however, bless his little French heart, I don’t think he has ever worked on a farm before. I sat tonight down at the home with Mrs. Barbara, doing some care giving and told all of the old ladies at dinner about this episode. They all had a good laugh. Hopefully tomorrow will bring less injuries.