Well, I managed to find my meandering way to the Wormfarm Institute, where I’ll be a farmer slash artist-in-residence until mid-October. Wormfarm is an artfarm with a sprawling vegetable garden; it focuses on the the intersections of “culture and agriculture.” Since most people are confused when I say I’m going to be writing and farming for the next ten weeks, I thought I’d give a virtual tour.

This is the main house, where the owners live. This is the only place on the farm that has internet access.

So I sit on the porch and use the internet.

Down the road to our barn. The bucket is a reminder that the electric fence is here right now.

The barn– my home for the next ten weeks!

The main floor of the barn is a lot of storage. The stairs lead to the second floor, where I live, and that door goes into the kitchen.

The second floor of the barn– take note of the rope swing. That little white box is my bedroom, and the box above it is the reading room.

The other side of the barn– the door on the far far right is my writing studio; the door next to it leads downstairs. The box on the left is where Kim, the farm manager, lives.

This is my bedroom! Small and cozy.

The reading room! The box above my bedroom.

One side of my writing studio. The window lets in a lot of light.

My writing studio inexplicably houses a bed, which I use to store my knitting and/or cry while watching Season 3 of Game of Thrones.

One of the artists’ studios on the second floor.

The second floor houses so much stuff leftover from past artists.

The cleanest kitchen I’ve ever had.

The kitchen leads into the washroom.

There’s a claw-foot tub and a sink, but no bathroom.

The view from the second level of the barn, which leads out onto a hill.

Side of the barn– that white attachment is our washroom.

Kim, the farm manager, reading a graphic novel.

So fashionable.

The outhouse

The outhouse is nicer than I anticipated.

One of the little seedling areas.

The fish poop is used to fertilize the little plants, or something. Ask me next week.

Hugest cow pies.

We get to eat all the produce we want.

I’ve never eaten so many vegetables, and it’s only the third day.

Stocked full of grains.

Kim is an expert jam-maker. She’s going to teach me how to can.

I love the pieces of art that other residents have left behind.