Filled with strenuous labour in Olds College and ripe with adventure in the enormous metropolis of Edmonton, this week was surely a trial. Tired and ill, I limped home with my tail between my legs, but en-route an epiphany occurred.
Tangential to the primary, but important still, I shall set the scene. Edmonton, the Little Potatoe Company. A place so pristine we were required to dawn white apparel. So posh we had to sign a non disclosure contract. Soulless, corporate entrance leading into a factory with sounds that nearly induced a panic attack in myself; this place is not for me.
Downtown we were met with another side of horticulture, a contractor that brought to life the visions of landscape designers. Our guide seemed to genuinely like his job. Later, the landscape maintenance people who inherited the responsibility seemed, tired. From the lack of communication in government, between designers, builders and themselves. I did get a feeling they enjoyed their work, but the bureaucracy is a definite deterrent to myself.
So where does that leave us? The epiphany. In the city of lights, where there is no night, where everyone talks but no one connects, I can not see a home. In the farms visited, I see life; full, hard, dirty and wonderful. Love for work, love of fresh air and a hardy grin from a good days work. I am now actively searching for work on these wonderful, effervescent, family farms.
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