Days like this expand and contract beyond my control. They start quiet, if I arrive early enough to beat the crew and volunteers and barrage of questions they inevitably bring. I can walk the farm, open sheds, check the nursery, get my bearings. The stretching circle with the crew centers us, brings laughter and conversation, and the work meeting sets the stage for the day.
Beyond that, it expands in leaps and bounds until there are twenty things happening at once.Read More