Six months later, I’m a better man.
- Fit Farmer. I lost 10 pounds, recovered from farm-induced tendinitis, heavy boxes feel light, and I’m not exhausted at the end of the day.
- Planting Machine. I can plant 100 plants in a row by hand, look back and have them line up like soldiers.
- Happy and Dirty. I’m at peace with the soil under my nails.
- Rock Demolisher. Okay, I still can’t destroy the many rocks in our soil, but I can dream… and live with them.
- Master Pimp. I know my hoes and can handle a hula hoe, hand hoe and eye hoe.
- Turkey Janitor. I’ve cleaned up cute little chick poop and massive 32-pound gobbler poop.
- Tomato Wrangler. I can weave a mean trellis and deliver a bruise-free two-pound heirloom tomato.
- Agricultural Tourist. I’ve visited twenty different farms and seen twenty different ways to grow the same veggie.
- Vendor Extraordinaire. Can I sell you my new favorite pepper, the awesome Jimmy Nardelo?
- Weed Lover. Who am I kidding, I still hate ‘em.
Of course, what I’ll miss the most are the everyday farm activities with the crew: Sean, Sara and Genevieve.
- Sara, our Farmer-in-Chief, rallying the troops in front of the white board.
- Cleaning veggies with style.
- Cooking up a hearty farm lunch.
Don’t cry for us Zenger Farm!
The truth is we’ll never leave you
All through the rainy days
Our mad harvesting
We kept on weeding
Don’t stop educating
Thank you for an awesome 2010 apprenticeship!
-Bryan Allan












