Category: My Life As A Farmer
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Day 7: Am I a bad farmer or a bad fisher?
Woke up today with more mail! Robin mailed me (I think that is her name) offered to help build more things. The well was unreasonably expensive, but as she offered a kitchen and I need one, I decided to go check. First I watered the plants, then headed out. On the way I ran into…
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Day 6: Good news!
I woke up dreading the worst: had my crops disappeared? Had all the seeds I planted been washed away in the rain? The answer, luckily, was NO, they were still there, which was great news. I watered them and somehow managed to finish a fence around the little plot. The reason for the fence was…
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Day 5: Someone strange in the neighborhood…
Thing I learned today: using my scythe to cut grass/weeds takes less energy than breaking rocks or chopping wood or, for some reason, watering seeds. Other thing I learned today: there are super weird things happening in this town. First it was raining again. But: I had a letter from my old employer apologizing for…
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Day 4: If I’m a farmer I should probably farm…
Woke up, and decided today was the day. I mean, everyone in town tells me I’m the new farmer…if I’m a farmer I should probably farm. Not that you need to listen to others expectations of you. Live your life. But that IS why I came here, right? So I decided I should build a…
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Day 3: Meeting the town
I started Day 3 how it seems like I will start everyday for the rest of my existence-cleaning up the mess of a property it was left. I can only do this for so long each day until I get tired…so this will practically take me forever. Every morning I walk outside and it feels…
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Day 2: Eating Flowers
I awaken in my bed…or a bed. I’m dazed and trying to figure out where I am. Am I late for work. As the room comes into focus around me, I remember it all. The move-leaving practically everything behind. The rocks. The weeds. Getting woozy…and waking up in my bed? I walk outside and have…
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Day 0 and Day 1 as a Farmer
Day 0 So my time as a farmer starts, truly, before I was a farmer. I was working for a major corporation-and trust me, that was not the life for me. Sitting bored at a desk…hours creeping by…meaningless work that didn’t help anyone…I hated it. One day while at work I was daydreaming about the…
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My Life as a Farmer Introduction
Welcome to the My Life as a Farmer Blog. Here you will find my musings and thoughts as I begin my time as a farmer. It won’t be easy, but I have a few rules for you as you join my time farming. I don’t want help (unless I ask.) This will be my journey…
The Purple Meeples 