Thursday, September 22nd, 2016
It is my final day with the crew of men working at the farm. Before we pulled in the last of what we could—tomatoes, Long Island Cheese Squash, beans and basil—yanking out dead bushes and branches, we had a good walk through pretty Campbellford. There was the Trent Canal, the river portion with gorge and plentiful cedars along the path. Our promenade also included going over a suspension bridge and through the downtown itself.
As the five of us walked, we chanted on our beads. We were at first rather chatty, but in the last hour we all got serious. What a great gang! I’m so fortunate to have their company. Each one of them has been very real. Even as they wait for the breakfast porridge to be set by the table, one by one they take one of the nine month old twin girls, Fil and Sukayanti’s daughters, on their lap, to comfort and play with them.
To me, these guys were being real men, having wholesome topical exchanges, working hard in the out-of-doors, enjoying meals, and discussing Krishna Consciousness. I feel we are living the Bhagavatam; living what the ancient texts talk about.
Another farm was visited by us. Jai Chaitanya and Rasa, along with their four kids, secured a farm of sixty acres in Castleton two years ago. After the work at Fil’s farm, and a scrumptious meal at Jai’s, the boys agreed to two hours of moving and piling bales of hay.
The reward was going wild on the concord grapes from vines that have been there for generations. Secondly, there was the relishing of a final swim at Little Lake to get clean and relieve the prickly sensation from the hay. No one complained about the day.
They were real men.
May the Source be with you!