We've hired a hermit for the Farm

We put an ad on Craig's list. 

Wanted:  One hermit. Not a Hermit crab.  Not Hermits who have crabs.  Must be good hearted.  And quiet.   Must like Westies.  And goats.  And cows.  And chickens.  Must be willing to chase bears away from the bee hives.  Handy with a wrench and a hammer.  Small cabin will be provided.  Along with the occasional dinner.  If willing to work in the gardens, garden produce will be shared.  Same rule applies for firewood.  Uni-bomber types need not apply.  Please call or text 832.317.farm.  References will be required.

I couldn't believe the response.  We received more applicants than you can shake a stick at.  It was quite interesting.

One person asked if we were firm on the non-uni-bomber types.  Ummm, yes.  Quite firm on that one.  Next!

Another asked if the farm had dirt on it.  He was allergic to dirt and couldn't risk sneezing.  Well, thank you for applying!  We will keep your resume on file in case there are any openings that fit someone with your qualifications.

We had a troll apply.  I didn't realize there were still trolls around (hello Shrek!).  He had experience under bridges, but said that he couldn't work in the daytime, as he turned to stone when the sun came out.  Well, Mr. Troll, most of our hermit work will be done during the daytime hours.  I'm so sorry.

Then there was the Elf.  A Keebler Elf.  He wanted to know if there was a hollow-tree in our woods.  Tim was afraid he would start baking cookies and burn down our woods.  Thank you Mr. Elf, perhaps at some time in the future.

Me:  Tim, how on earth are we going to find the right hermit for our farm?  This is just crazy.

Tim:  Don't worry.  I'm sure that the right person will apply.  Just keep looking.

So on and on we toiled.  Then one day, out of the heavens, a resume fell from the sky and landed on my head.

The person was perfect.  Kind.  Skilled in the emergency medical response arts.  Quiet.  No crabs.  Likes Westies.  And cows.  And goats.  And chickens.  Might be a bit short on farm skills, but willing to learn.  Willing to chase bears away from bee hives.  Reads Mother Earth News.  Ready to get the heck out of Southern California.

So we hired my brother, Joe.  He's moving to the farm with us (about two years after we move there).

I'm so happy we have our hermit.

XXOO

Donna Lynn Brunson