Out of Town Didn’t Impact a Thing

As a child I remember loving to camp regardless of the cold or heat or wet. I mean I remembered the weather, I remember complaining to my Dad or Scoutmaster about it and then running around in it until it got dark or we were forced to get in the car and go home. I also remember the day the Army took all the fun out of sleeping outside. I don’t know if it was the lack of sleeping (the enemy always watching and half of us had to be on alert at all times), the bad food (MREs are only good the first 100 times) or the lack of real bullets to shoot at the enemy (they often refuse to die). Regardless the Army slowly took all the fun out of the prospect of sleeping under the stars.

Last week I was out of town at drill, and as such I didn’t get much done on the urban farm. Not that the weather would have let me do much anyway with in freezing 3 of the 5 nights I was gone. But don’t worry I experienced those nights in familiar but painful ways. As usually we slept in our tents within sight of the empty barracks and being a bit higher in the food chain I went down after the commander and up hours before shift change. Which means between the cold, the hard ground and being an army old man I slept at least 6 hours the whole weekend. Good times.

Anyway lots of plans for this week as the weather is finally (we are sure this time) will allow us ot put stuff in the ground. Keep working and growing, Deven Little.