Wake up early and throw on some clothes
Doesn’t really matter what patterns or brands
As long as you show up and are ready to go
We are out here farming the land!
Days get started quickly with a to-do list a mile long
Many hands make light of work that would cripple someone strong
Each day is a bit different, hard to generalize
But one thing that is for sure is we look forward to Friday Pie!
Working next to each other day in and day out
Sometimes we’re planting lettuce
Sometimes we’re hoeing weeds
There’s no reason to pout
Mornings can be frosty, fingers and toes get cold
Must get the salad out before the sun hangs high
Radishes get bunched and spinach can handle a firm hold
All gets carted back to the washroom, promptly, don’t just try
Row cover comes off in the morning and back on at night
But when the crops start getting big be careful of it being too tight
Day to day greenhouses must be opened and closed
Be sure there are no cats hiding among the rows
On days we’ve worked well together and done all there is to do
There’s nothing sweeter than kicking back behind the barn
Swapping stories and spinning yarn
As the sun gets low and the sky gets dark, its off to bed, for a fresh start
I wrote this poem in the hopes of capturing the spirit of living and working at Horton Road. As the title suggests, this is my first time living and working on a farm and if I had to boil my experience thus far down to a single impression I would say that I am in love with the pace and quality of life, and am in awe of all that I do not know. As a wise person once said, a picture is worth a thousand words so I’ll end my comments here and leave you with a few photos to (hopefully) brighten your day and provide a clearer context for my simple rhymes. Enjoy!
-Laura
