Down on the Farm: Spring Surprises and a Call for Volunteers

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So, living in the city makes it easy to use my bicycle as my primary mode of transportation.  Generally, the rides are pretty non-eventful.  However, not every ride is predictable and life likes to shake things up a bit, just to keep us on our toes.  What started out as a lovely, timely commute to my daughter’s dance class last Wednesday was one of those surprise rides.

Unbeknownst to us, there was a house on Colvin Ave getting remodeled in which lived a beautiful golden retriever who was not very impressed with the construction going on in his house.  As the dry-waller was carting his tools and equipment to his van at the end of the day, he left open the front door long enough for the aforementioned retriever to dash out, escaping the noise and confusion of his home and racing straight out across the road where there happened to be a break in the traffic.  At that precise moment, my daughter and I were blithely wheeling our way to dance, never suspecting that the danger was to come from the side in the form of grace and beauty and not from behind in the form of an idiot, impatient driver.  So, I collided with grace and beauty, and all the impatient idiots were totally absent at that moment (thankfully!).  I landed in a heap in the road, and, to make a long story short (which, as you have noticed, I am not) instead of going to dance class, Mark came and picked us up in the truck, and we all went to Urgent Care to learn that my right collar-bone was fractured.

Read full story on the Wilson Street Urban Farm’s website—>


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