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You Say Goodbye and I Say Hello

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Jason and Eric sailed off into the wild blue yonder today upon the wings of a graceful, black Skylark.  It was interesting dinning alone tonight.  We’ve had house guests since February, it’s lonesome, one gets used to having all that company.  The last set of WWOOF’ers, Courtney and Grace headed west, Eric and Jason be headed east.  Jason wants to see more “southern” farms.  Around the campfire last night he mentioned how he hasn’t heard a single southern accent since he started his trip.  He had been in St. Louis, Springfield, to Patrice’s farm and here.  I respect that he’s trying to find a black owned farm and get the stories of those who stayed opposed to those who escaped to the cities.  I hope you find what you’re looking for.  You were a good worker Jason and Paul’s a little misty you took off, but life goes on and you’re always welcome.

On one of their last days here, Jason and Eric stuccoed the inside of the greenhouse, and it’s almost complete!

Adios Gentlemen!

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New WWOOF’er, Old WWOOF’er and all of the Inbetween

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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.

Raspberries!!!

The man, the myth, the legend.

Onions and leeks.

Basil.

Tomatoes.

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.