nearing the end of our time in lindsay.

snow covers the lawn reminding seb and i of winter living in our tent.  my cold hands and toes yearn for the warmth of another layer of wool socks and that amazing tin wood stove. 

a year ago i was wandering the streets of small town Urraco, in honduras looking at homemade christmas decorations on the palm thatched homes, and imagining what it would be like to study (smallscale) farming for a year.  Now I wander the Lindsay streets, full of blow up plastic snow globes and store-bought flashing icicle lights, and wonder what starting a farm might look like.  That’s where we seem to be heading, and it is quite exciting.

These are pictures from Nov 23 when we sang some great tunes at our favourite spot on the bridge to remember our great friend Mike who, i bet, is pretty darn proud of us wherever he is.


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