farm life

count for the the days I got to spend out of the city on an organic vegetable farm


1. the number of kale smoothies i slurped down while sitting in a relatively bug free dinning shack
2. the nights i slept in the shack while slapping at the few mosquitoes who managed to make it past the barriers
3. the number of vehicles i got in to take me back to nature (there were 3 buses, but still...)
4. the number of wonderful people who welcomed me into their home and shared their life with me for a few days
5. the meals i ate that were fried over a wood oven in a caste iron pan that i accidentally let rust
6. the number of rungs on the new ladder i made for the bunk beds
7. probably the combined hours I actually got to work in the field because of all the rain
8. the number of phone calls i missed while going without technology
9. the fresh kale leaves i snacked on between meals
10. the time it gets to late to read by the light of twilight on these longest days of the year
11. the number of bites on my left hand
12. the steps from the shack to the water pump and likely the mosquito bites you will get while you fill the pitcher
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25. the bites on my right hand from watering the tomatoes with no gloves
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40. the bunches of kale i harvested for market while sinking knee deep in Manitoba gumbo
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50. the number of itchy red lumps on my face and neck alone even though i wore a mosquito mask
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