ClOsE cALL...

It is 12:22 am in Erfurt, Germany... I am still awake, laying on my friends couch with 5 blankets, 2 pillows and a billion thoughts anxiously going through my mind. I needed a break from life and i thought November in Germany will do the trick. The weather is basically like Portland, rainy, gray, and fucken cold. Did you know that when you wear converse and walk through puddle filled streets, it goes straight to your socks, crazy...

Anyways, back to why i'm taking a breather...First off, a farmer deserves a break when the season ends. Second, i was delivered some unsettling news recently that the farm land i lease was going to be sold and i had one more season! One more season?!! But what about all my blood, sweat and tears i put into this place? what about my chickens? will they become homeless chickens wondering the streets of NE Portland for scraps of veggies? I thought about my bad ass friends that have devoted themselves to the farm every summer and how they have become pros at urban farming...and the brunches! oh, those Sunday morning brunches at the farm, filled with people from all walks of life..They need me, I must feed them, they can possibly starve to death from lack of phenomenal food! As you can see, i'm a little stressed, i needed to fix this problem, fast.

As I pack my mid-size backpack, fighting a crazy ear fungus, (basically deaf in the right ear the past 2 weeks) trying to hold my head up high, i receive a phone call from the farm's landlord..."I have good news for you Stacey!" "You can stay, the land is not getting sold after all!" You got to be kidding me? A month of agony has passed me by and all it took was a freakin 2 minute phone call and i'm cured?! I laid on my pile of clothes to be packed, cosmetics, and boots, a sense of relief went through my body. The 2011, 2012, 2020 farm season lives and so do i.

I got on that plane thinking about bees, of course, thats it, lets do honey next season...Kids education, build an outdoor kitchen...i can't stop...