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Hello friends!! Apprentice E.K. (or Emma Kate) here! As the flowers begin to grow and the greenery fills the beautiful Maine landscape, I get to say that I am lucky enough to experience spring twice this year. Once from Georgia, where I am from, and now here in Maine.
I'm the new(-ish) gal here, wrapping up my first month on the farm. Winterberry Farm has been a blessing that I stumbled upon in the wake of canceled summer plans due to the COVID-19 that has run rampant through all of our "normal" daily lives. Just as I was about to give into the beast and stay put at home for the summer, Maine called, and I answered. Thankfully, it has not been a call that I have regretted picking up. Through the lovely MOFGA, I found this little slice of paradise to learn all things bees and flowers. And who could say no to that?!
A day in the life of a apprentice:
It is amazing how quickly I have become enamored with the beauty of this wonderful place called Maine. And the houses! Oh my! They are all so idyllic; I simply cannot get over it!! If it weren't for the cold winters that would make this Southerner cry frozen tears, I'd be packing my bags and moving right on in. But who knows, maybe one day I'll buck up and stick around for a while.
The only complaint I have of Maine is of the vicious mosquitoes that are trying to lift me up and carry me away every day. While I am not appreciative of their feasting upon me, I tried to stay strong and hold off on the use of bug spray, unfortunately to no avail. Due to my sheer lack of willpower, I am now bathing in the strongest bug spray you can buy each morning because, as the saying goes, you can't keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell.
Besides those irritating little buggers, I am thoroughly enjoying my time here.
I have finally, finally finished planting all flowers known to man. and now I spend most of my days diligently watering those babies, solely because I refuse to be the apprentice that kills them all. If you're wondering just how long it takes me to water everything, take your best guess and then add 10 years. It's absolutely maddening. So, if you haven't been hoping for rain already, please start to, not even because we need it, but just because you feel sorry for me.
Anywho, come by the shop or find me at the Waterville market on Thursdays at 2 and tell me all about your favorite places in Maine that I should go visit. Oh, and maybe stick around and buy a pie and some jam while you're at it.
From the June 2020 Winterberry Farm Newsletter.