Wwoofing

I tried my hand at Wwoofing (willing workers on organic farms). The organic farming turned out to be washing and waxing a Lexus, hanging laundry and organising a linen closet. I also learned how to make yogurt from a package of powdered milk. That was the closest thing to "organic farming" in that experience. When the lady of the house mentioned that she was going to have me wash all her windows with wet newpapers, I rapidly packed my bags. I'm not sure I'll try any more wwoofing. Since we've entered the winter season in New Zealand, I fear I'll be more like slave labour than actually farming and learning. But I may give it one more shot. We'll see how dumb I really am!