Fin, One

So, I haven't kept any of you blog people in the loop. This may be obvious, but I've sort of lost steam with the blogging business. Nothing personal, Blog. It's not you, it's me, honestly.

I am no longer at Overlook Farm, because I got caught trafficking drugs hidden in migrating geese. I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for those stupid honking geese.

Just kidding. My term simply ended, and it was time to go. That's something that can be hard to recognize, when it is time to leave. But it was the right time for me (that time being around May 20th). In part because, in the months of March and April, the farm started getting busy with groups again, and come mid-May, I had just about worn myself out with the persistent influx of kids and programs. Oh Lords of the Livestock, I got sick of talking about the Global Village.

I guess this would be the time to sum up my experience, or something like that. I'll begin by saying, "Uhhh.... What?" Because that's about as far as I can get before being overwhelmed. Mostly by the things I've learned since the day I showed up on the farm, a naive little city slicker. A friend of mine from the farm actually reminded me recently of the first time I helped put the chickens up for the night, at which point I turned to her and said, "Can you believe we get to do this every day?" Back then, even closing a chicken door was profound beyond belief. Now, I kind of hate putting the chickens up, but that's neither here nor there. The wealth of experience I gained there is truly staggering and wonderful... TBC