First farm; First day; Woodsong Hollow

Woodsong Hollow

Nitya and Jeff

          Pennsylvania south of Allentown, and west of Philadelphia, a dirt road off a couple back roads off route 100 we found Woodsong Hollow. Right next to the road sits a large barn, a few small buildings and a house. It appears to be something out of an old black and white movie, which is close to true being as it was built before 1900! Large trees dominate the area along with a sprinkling of rock pile walls give a picturesque quality to the landscape.
           As we approach the house a large one eyed husky greeted us with a wagging tail and a playful bounce behind a wooden fence. Quicker than MrMan the fluffy white dog darts through the gate as it is opened and runs down the gravel drive. Nitya appears from inside the house with a smiling face, laughing she lets us know that it happens all the time, that Lance likes to play chase with new wwoofers.

        After wrangling Lance we exchange quick introductions with a hand shake and are quickly set on a tour of the house and grounds. My favorite place in the house is in front of the big black wood burning stove in the kitchen, a perfect place to sit and have a cup of tea on a cold day. Some thing that I well and truly want in our house on our eventual farm is a wood burning stove, it keeps a small house comfortably warm in the daily living area.

        Nitya is a very welcoming middle aged lady, with a lovely Australian accent. She is a ideal host to us, and I'm quite glad we came to her farm as our first wwoofing place. Henry seems to enjoy being around her, and completely out of character he warms right up to her with coy smiles and a game of peek-a-boo. Full of new ideas, she is the lead in the hands on side of the operation.
        Through the walk around the grounds Nitya points out all the little places she wants work on. Burn piles here, cleaning brush there and there. She takes us down to the name sake of their property a small hollow, or valley set off on the back of their property. To me it appears to be nothing but a swampy patch of land, but I'm sure it has more meaning then face value.
       That evening Jeff comes home from work, he helps protect rural areas from development. A covenant is placed on the land that says that even if sold it cannot be developed into commercial or industrial land. Jeff is a quiet thoughtful middle aged man who seems to say less than what is actually on his mind. Just as accommodating at Nitya, again a perfect host for our first farm.

     And that my friends was our first night.