Greetings, June! A view from this week’s pet sitting office, where I just witnessed a red-tailed hawk grab a frog out of the pond 7 feet away! #adventuresinpermaculture #adventuresinpetsitting www.fastfriendspetcare.blogspot.com (No, the frog wasn’t a pet) 😂

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
View from kitchen window in the WOOFers quarters

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
WOOFers quarters, outside

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
Weeping willow out front is where the turkeys roost at night.

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
Biochar stove – just fired up today

 

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Hothouse/greenhouse

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
Potatoes, squash, melons and raspberries

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
Solar water pump, pump house and cistern

 

New Mexico WOOFing Trip Pictoral
Second solar water pump, in front of goat house

 

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Yummy asparagus patch behind WOOFers quarters

 

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View from the fire pit

 

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Another fire pit view

 

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The goats, L to R, Bella, Lillian and little Peanut

 

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My host’s straw bale house

 

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Two of three turkeys that like to follow you around

 

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Lillian is quite a ham

 

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The solar oven – first try with beans but it was overcast

 

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The outdoor kitchen

 

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Wood-fire cobb oven in outdoor kitchen

It is indeed rare for me to find myself speechless when visiting a place — but this is something that needs to be absorbed and savored [and I’m also learning and working every day!]  Valuable life skills to take back to Indiana that I hope one day to build upon with a like-minded community.

I Hear America Singing

by Walt Whitman (from Leaves of Grass)
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be
blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing as he measures his plank and beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work,
or leaves off for work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the
deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter
singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the
morning, or at noon intermission or at
sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at
work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to no one else,
The day what belongs to the day – at night the party of
young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.