*I forgot to explain the text. It´s the end of the first stanza of Whitman´s Song of Myself, in the green ink of Holden´s brother Allee´s baseball glove, in the font of the title page of the original pressing of Don Quixote.
Haven't posted in a while due to an effective combination of constant fatigue and lack of a camera, both of which are unfortunate because this place is so damn pretty. Only 3 or 4 days left before leaving Bobolink and I seem to have finally found an equilibrium point in managing the workload and "idiosyncratic" personalities of the farm. I've learned quite a bit, almost entirely about how to deal with people, and the vast majority of that by being shown what not to do. I never want to to be incapable of listening to advice or receiving feedback, or being corrected. If anyone ever sees me condescending to a subordinate please hit me in the face with something soft. This place has been inspiring in certain ways, and has nudged me towards cynicism in others. The takeaway for me I guess, is that quality can cover many sins.
Leaving for Hanover, NH on June 4. Pic is regarding a surprise to come.
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