Student Workers

Just as you enter the gate of the House of Hope property to the left is a small open area shaded by several trees, as seen in the picture.  In order to be gardenable we needed to clean out trees, stumps and rocks.  This was a project waiting to happen, and one bright morning it did.

With the arrival of the York, a high school in Toronto Canada, students, we were gladly put them right to work.  First, the trees had to come down.  I wish the tools had matched the enthusiasm shown by some of these young Canadians.  Our ax proved to very handy, that means it needed a lot hands, because the head kept trying to escape from the handle. Nevertheless, the trees came down.

Clearing branches was a little easier and more people friendly.  It is hard to get a group to chop down the same tree at the same time, but there were plenty of branches to go around, and luckily enough tools to go around.  The York students brought some gardening tools, too.

I must admit that hard work was a little foreign to these students, but they displayed, some more than others, a desire to learn how.  Well, they are students and that should be their goal...to learn, right?

Where once stood trees and shade ruled now stands ground welcoming the suns rays and ready to be tidied and become a productive organic garden.
It was sizable amount of work and we appreciate the effort provided by the York students.  If this is what they did in three hours imagine what we could have done in three days, or three weeks, or three months (but let us stop there, I do not want to imagine three years of this).  Large crews of volunteers willing to get down in the dirt and work always make our lives easier and happier. We all enjoyed the work.
So the moral of the story obviously is if you want to make me happy and make yourself happy give me food and while you chop down a tree or two!  I wish that was a moral.  How about good hard work and accomplishing something big always makes you feel good inside. For some people like the York students it was sweating, chopping, and working to clean up the place. For someone like me hard work and something big would be to spend three hours sweating, chopping, and working to make a big plate of food.  Either way you get a good feeling inside.
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