Well, I've now put in another day of work on the farm. I sorted potatoes all morning, and in the afternoon I weed wacked fields, that's right, whole fields. With organic gardening where you can't use any herbicides weeds are a constant problem. They soak up all of the water in the land surrounding your plants, which severly stunts their growth, and they block sunlight. When it comes time to harvest, it's also a real pain because theres all these weeds in the way, so getting to things like onions is a battle, machete worthy. Unfortunately when people try to grow organically on this kind of scale weeding isn't really a very profitable option. Kevin uses alot of rolled out plastic to keep weeds down, and for most plants he has to throw it out every year.
He has some really nice friends who I've gotten to meet. Our haltered conversations have been a big help to me learnign french. Understanding is my biggest problem. The way people say thing in normal conversation is very different than the french in a classroom setting. The speak fast, and pronouns are the worst, especialy when I only have a vague understanding of what we're talking about in the first place.
The onl other exciting thing was me buying a bottle of wine for myself, and being unable to find the opener deciding that I should just force the cork into the bottle. Some of you may know what came next, a fountain of wine that hit the ceiling, wall, and alot of me. Kevin wasn't exactly pleased, and he may be stuck with a stained ceiling as an eternal reminder of that silly American who came to live with him.
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