Sunday, February 9th
Green Flamingo Organics
Oak Hill, FL

At Green Flamingo we get two days off – Sundays and Mondays. Today was our first day off, and we had the Farm to ourselves for the entire day – the other WWOOFers were off on various beaches and activities.

We stayed at the farm, sunbathing, hammocking, drinking and eating endless freshly picked oranges, exploring the surrounding woods, doing some trailer remodeling, and getting comfortable with our new short-term home.

Saturday, February 8th
Green Flamingo Organics
Oak Hill, FL

We awoke to discover that racoons had raided the outdoor kitchen and made off with most of the WWOOFer’s food supplies. I followed the trail of debris into the woods, finding the plastic spoons, sucked-hollow oranges, and wrappers they had not seen fit to consume, from this raid and previous assaults.

We made breakfast with things the bandits had spared, and got to work in the fields – harvesting, weeding, and planting.

Friday, February 7th
Green Flamingo Organics
Oak Hill, FL

It was nonstop rainy on our first day.

However, down here, unlike our previous two farms, it was harvest time and edible things were booming in the fields.

There were CSA shares and farmers markets to harvest for, so we got up at 7, got into our rain gear, ate breakfast, and got to work learning the ropes in the fields – where things were, how things were done, what the impossible-to-remember names of people were.

When work was done in the field, we fixed up our home a bit – moved two single beds together, rearranged some furniture, put a bunch of misc crap away, cleaned, etc. When this was done, the place really felt homey, and Cleo had her own bedroom and mattress (great for her and vital to us – we hadn’t slept all that well with her up in the bed with us back in Alabama!)

Then we wandered through the orange groves, trying fruit from each row, trying to decide which were our favorites. Oh, my god they were so good … I love oranges, but had never been so lucky as to be inside an orange grove with unlimited access to fresh from the tree, in season orange deliciousness.

NOM.

Thursday, February 6th
Green Flamingo Organics
Oak Hill, FL

We left Chris’ place around noon and headed south, deeper down into Florida toward our destination, halfway down the state’s Atlantic Coast.

When we arrived at Green Flamingo around 5:00, there was some confusion as the gate to the farm was locked. We weren’t sure we were in the right place until we noticed the green flamingo on the gate post, but then wondered if there was another entrance to use.

So we drove around a bit, almost got stuck in a junkyard that Google swore was a road we could take, found some citrus fruits and a mystery-legume-thing on the side of the road, and then decided to just park the car and walk in.

We left the dogs behind, unsure what we were walking into, and went past boxes of bees and groves of orange trees before finally coming to the far back corner of the property, featuring a cluster of tents and decrepit old trailers.

There we met the other WWOOFers, all of whom hailed from the upper East Coast – a gregarious gay couple named Alex & John, two 18 year old girls who were leaving soon, and Eugene, who was staying in a tent and had a girlfriend living in a nearby town.

Our trailer had been deemed uninhabitable by the others, due to the moist smell and the presence of several amphibious roommates – large frogs that had made the closet their winter home. We decided it would be just fine, with a little adjustment – the frogs could stay, but we’d air it out, clean it up, and rearrange the furniture a bit.

The solar power system died shortly after the sun went down, so we enjoyed homemade pizza and Green Flamingo Farm’s signature salad mix in the outdoor kitchen by candlelight.

This place feels good. We haven’t met the farmer (Liz) yet, but I already feel like I know and like her based upon what she’s built here. I suspect we’ll learn a lot in the next two weeks, and I’m excited … smiling here in the dark, typing on a couch in the outdoor kitchen, a couple of the others reading by candlelight nearby, Kristin crashed out in the Frog Trailer with the dogs, exhausted from her 5 hour drive.

Actually, I’m tired too – I’m going to head in there now; goodnight!