Sunday through Thursday we spent doing out city farmer best to care for Dry Pond Farm and all the spinach and critters that dwell within it. I can't even tell you how we spent our time, the days blended quickly and I soon thought only about whether it was day or night and whether the dogs needed their second feeding or not. We made delicious food every day from the fresh eggs and spinach that the farm provided as well as the bevy of food that Delia and Mark had left in the refrigerator and sent us home with after the wedding. Mark had butchered and barbqued his own hogs for the wedding feast and although I don't normally eat pork, I think I ate three plates of that stuff. You could taste the love and care he put into every step of the process.
Jack was a little wary of the four dogs at first, but eventually warmed up to them, although when they surrounded him he would usually panic and whine to be picked up. You gotta figure that all those open doggy mouths were right at his line of sight-it's got to be a little intimidating. But he liked holding his hand up while Gravy would wag his (her?) tail.
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