So the weekend started at 6 a.m. at Amity Hall Inn, which burnt down a few weeks ago. Apparently, some kids went ghost hunting there in the middle of the night, wound up throwing a mattress on the small fire they had started to keep warm and the rest went up in flames. Marley, Charlton and I were asked to come pick up the handmade historic bricks that were still intact. We climbed on top of destruction and loaded around 3,000 bricks onto pallets before lunch. I didn't even get to see a ghost. Anyway, during the morning brick picking, I remembered how much I enjoy the work I am doing on the farm. It's incredibly rewarding to feel connected to my work. And I'm not just connected because I'm eating it. Most of the connection lies where my feet hit the ground. I am fortunate to get to roam around this land and see how busy everything is out here. The plants, the animals, the bugs, the fish ... and us. I have never experienced a season so fully quite like I have this Spring. Rainy days feel much different here than they did in New York. Rain means something more than just "oh I need an umbrella." And then there's the 4 baby Kildeer that were born last Monday in our cucumber/melon field. Kildeer apparently make their nests in the middle of open fields. I knew those fledglings as eggs and know their chirp. I also know that their mother tries to divert our attention by acting injured. I'm understanding things I never did. I'm seeing nature differently, and the landscape changes everyday. The work is hard and sometimes my hands go numb, but the rewards are far greater than the cost. We all worry about achieving longevity in farming. I guess that's why God created Excedrin Back and Body.