It's April again. A year ago I was moving into a tent at the top of the world, cutting down cover crop, and introducing myself to fifty new friends.
I'm a year older. And, just like the generations of 'farmies' before us, my partner and I returned to the farm last week to cook for the new apprentices. No longer am I part of the buzzing crowd entering the farm center. Instead I am behind the scenes, supporting them as they adjust to their new life. Supporting them as they move onto the top of the world, and introduce themselves to fifty new friends.
Life coming full circle. The passage of time marked by almost familiar faces, home-like spaces, and love shown through the simple act of cooking food.
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