The MOFGA t-shirts we wear on Open Farm Day say "Who's your farmer?" on the back. This is the gang on Open Farm Day last year.
I awoke this morning to Mary shouting my name from outside
at my 3rd story room. She was
locked out of the farmhouse from staying at the camp and my alarm hadn’t gone
off this morning. All was fine though,
and we started the day early to get our chores in before our Open Farm Day
started. Open Farm Day is a day for
farms across Maine
to invite the public onto their property for tours, demonstrations, samplings,
and more.
I watered both hoop houses, harvested cucumbers, and headed
up for a beautiful ‘egg mcmuffin’ breakfast made by Ellie. I helped set up for the day’s event by setting
up the wool and spinning station and making freshly-squeezed lemonade. People started coming by 9, so we readied our
positions for tours earlier than expected. Gil gave cart rides to children with his steer,
Kenya
and Sage gave tours of the top half of the farm, and I gave tours of the bottom
half, the fields. This is where I
thrive. I loved explaining to people all
that I’ve learned this summer. It’s all still
fresh in my mind what new things amazed me about growing produce and living on
the farm. I was asked questions about
gardening, but also ones inquiring who I am, what I do, and why I’m here. I found it quite fulfilling to answer the
latter. I even had the pleasure of
meeting a couple of folks from Richmond ,
VA. Kenya brought down for me. We ended after 4, cleaning up the farm after
the busy day. Mary let me leave to go to
the camp (lakehouse) at 5 and lounge for the rest of the day. Despite the cool evening I begrudgingly got
into the water with Kenya
before we sat down for dinner of stuffed green peppers from the farm. Eli joined us today, and he’s a friendly guy
who lightens the mood despite how tired we all were. Kenya and I crashed in her ‘studio
apartment’ above the garage, watching BBC’s North
& South and sipping on tea.
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