I received a message wondering if I could use the help of twenty girl scouts. The farm they were supposed to help out decided they didn’t need volunteers. Not only can I use volunteers, but I always jump at the opportunity to reach out to kids. It is staggering to me the minute amount of people who have chosen to grow food and the even smaller amount of women that have opted for this job. I don’t remember in school it even being an option. I was told I could be anything I want, a stay at home mom, a doctor, a lawyer, a nun, but never was the word farmer uttered.
I think it is so important to show kids that living simply and farming is indeed a real career and lifestyle choice. So I stood there thinking of all the ways I would inspire and encourage troop 2251 to do great things as they pulled in. My breath caught and tears threatened to come. Two cars of smiling girls were followed by a truck and trailer. Stacked a top that trailer were twenty bales of straw for mulch and twenty bags of organic potting soil. They had raised money to help out a farm. What a blessing, what a group of angels that descended on our humble farm!
I welcomed them to Pumpkin Hollow Farm and told them a bit about our simple lifestyle. I introduced them to the animals. They swooned over the baby lambs and my granddaughter, Maryjane. They looked for all the kittens in the house and I showed them the wood cook stove. We then set off to work. We had a daunting task, turn the barren patch of dirt that was once a thriving garden at one time into a ready-to-plant plot.
We gathered all the cardboard boxes that I had thrown in there over the winter, flattened them, and laid them beneath the paths. I explained how we would make a one foot path, then a four foot bed, and repeat that all the way across. They didn’t have to be straight beds. Gardening is art, I told them, so they could make the beds wavy like little rivers, or use interesting items to line the path.
The girl scout leaders, the girls, and I worked diligently under the first hot day of spring to create a masterpiece. We brought over loads of bricks from the side of the outbuildings and made wavy streams of paths. Discarded wood and branches lined the way. I dared the girls to find the most creative piece to line the beds with. My Christmas three that the goats stripped clean now lines of the beds!
We had lunch beneath the pine trees and took in the views. The little girls took turns carrying Maryjane around. She has been in heaven this week with so many kids around.
We then laid the twenty bales of straw thickly onto the planting beds. All I need to do is lay a thick layer of wood chips on the paths and place stepping stones at strategic places across the beds to get across easily. This plot will feed many, many people. I am ever so grateful for their help.
They taught me about generosity and hard work. They helped a farmer that they didn’t even know.