The torrential rain of yesterday has eased to a steady, misty drizzle for our last day at Bantry Bay as we reflect on our time at the farm and anticipate our arrival in Paris and the south of France. Our rental car is booked, train tickets printed off, and the internet has informed me that Friday is market day in Prayssac, the small village where we'll be living for two months.
Despite the rain yesterday we've made the most of the warm fall weather here, lawn chairs outside the 5th wheel often serving as our informal happy hour spot. We've managed several golf games at the fabulous coastal Algonquin resort (although one was rained out after 9).
The next few weeks will bring changes to the farm as several of us leave and a few more arrive. Rieteke, a 67 yr old WWOOF'r left yesterday, Kath's mom came last week and Luke's brother will be arriving shortly. We'll miss the enjoyable camaraderie over dinners with 8-10 people gathered around the table every evening. The harvesting continues on the farm but has definitely slowed (except for those red peppers!) There are only a few more CSA days left and the last regular farmer's market was Thursday. The leaves have just started their brilliant display, some with red-tinged tips contrasted with the bright green. We just don't get the beautiful reds in the west like they do out here.
We look forward to coming back next year. Hopefully Finn will still delight and be amazed at everything he sees and touches and perhaps Chambers McLean will be working on his 2nd album of music. The new greenhouse will be in full production by then. And of course we'll anticipate the amazing supply of fresh, delicious, organic, and well-cared-for vegetables. Now about that market in Prayssac.
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