Flower Arangements...

Ah so I see I haven't written in a while, oops!

Time moves really strangely here. The days move so fast, but I don't really know why. Usually days move fast because:
1) You are doing something incredibly fun
2) You wake up late/go to bed early

See, I haven't REALLY had either of those, so I don't know what is up! Lets start with number one; Well, I must say that even though its not really that BAD here, being here does make me appreciate our lovely last farm a ton. Its not that there is nothing to do, but most of what there is to do is, well, a bit difficult to see the purpose of. The work kind of goes towards this farm (being about two people) and not much further. Because of the super small community reach, it was getting a bit tricky to justify the work.

BUT THEN CAME A CHANGE

Our host lady (who can be a really great person, but is definitely the giver of silly tasks) had to leave for a work engagement in another state. She got stuck there because of a sick friend and VOILA, no more pointless work.

"But Laura, didn't you go there to work? Why would you just stop?"

Well, we didn't stop working, we just ended up working even more for this AWESOME eco-institute that we happen to be neighboring! They run environmental summer camps for kids, as well as eco-work shops for people of all ages. We also got to help them with a school group that came through. So, by helping them with their garden and various other projects, we are helping run something that I really see a lot of value in. Yay contribution! We also got to help run a couple of cool events they were hosting in their ballin house (looks like it should be on cribs, FOR REAL). A nice touch.

One of the events had a band playing as a fundraiser for the institute. My first task of setting up was flower arranging, which is something I wish I could do endlessly. Possibly one of the most relaxing "work" related tasks ever. It also prepared me for my second bout of flower arranging that needed to be done today - flowers for the death of the rooster. That's right, the poor old rooster (which by the way I had to shove pills down his poor little throat all of last week) died today. He was old, sick, had just battled a mean case of mites, and was all stressed out due to some new chickens (and a new rooster) that were introduced two days ago. Because of all this the poor old bird is no more. It was kind of a weird ceremony we held for him, but a ceremony none-the-less.

To close, rest in peace good bird. I hope people can catch onto bad cases of the mites sooner for the next birds.