Helena, is obviously a budding poet, from a smaller suburb outside of Toronto. Helena, house sat for us while we tended to some business in Naramata. She did a good job of looking after the horses and chickens. As you can see while she was here, she mowed the lawn and weeded the garden, despite the mosquito hatch that haunted here while she was here.
Her poem in our Wwoof books starts like this.
The night I arrived at the farm.
I didn’t set my :- alarm
So bright and early. I was woke
To serve fresh, coffee and eggs to groggy and hungry guests.
Who ate and then returned to rest…
Helena was returning to Calgary where she planned to visit with friends and then back to Ontario for a hiking trip with her father. This fall she hoped to continue studies.
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