Emily has been making tri-pods over the plants like tomatoes, beans, and peas. Created from simple sticks that have been falling out of trees, Emily has transformed them into the garden system making something out of necessity and sweat equity.
The farm is in need of organic fertilizer so if any one reading this has some it would be deeply needed and appreciated. Digsville operates under Dignity's 501(c)3 and Dignity can give them a little help when Uncle Sam comes knocking April 15th .
Also the farm truck is broken and Watchdawg is fervently trying to repair it but they will need a dependable truck when the crops start being delivered to various farmers' markets come harvest time, again, if any one has one they could trade for a tax writeoff, it would be very helpful.
The days are laborious but all work and no play cultivates cranky farmers. To alleviate this problem, after the garden tools are put away and the animals have been watered and fed, the kids grab their fishing poles and head for the lake.
Noreen, the farm's cook, prepares the trout and many a delicious meal. She has the knack of making something out of nothing and when I was visiting I ate like a king. Some of my memories include waking up to a rooster crowing, a nice change compared to the constant roar of jet airplanes flying over Dignity Village, or letting my dog, Turtle, run free without some dog nazi telling me to leash him. All in all, it was a pleasure to get out of Babylon and smell the earth and sod and take part in daily farm life.
Yes, we people at Dignity give much thanks to Wendy and Heather for hosting Digsville Farm.