What I love most in moving in the Farm School was the view. The farm was uniquely stunning!
The owner decided he would keep the evasive plant that grows while contouring the land by the waters all around it. The waters had been previously an unusable bog. Now, it has become a fishpond that has been leaked with water to keep it from being stagnant. The now resort was once a land full of bog, all of them were now cleaned. The owner took the initiative to clear them all out and these were the results of their 50 year old farm initiative.
When I was at the entrance of the farm before, I never believed that there would be more to see inside it. That part of the entrance was the least expected to earn an income as its history said (that was where the bogs was), the least useful part has now become a tourist attraction.
Cabins have been built around the ponds.
A gazebo was installed near the pond that was once full of large stones. Which has now became a dining area for the visitors.
There were bamboos all around the creek. The ones without thorns in it. The leaves littered around the ground each day which added to its natural beauty. Sometimes I fear the snakes that might hide in them but soon found out there was none that was near. There was also a part where there were a few herbs that thrive. Not really the priority of the farm, yet they are healthily growing beside the kitchen.
Perhaps I was too fond of fairy tales or fairycore, yet seeing them came true in this life was so new to me. I never Imagined it before. Not in our country. I could only thought of trolls here or dwarfs. Somewhat like in between the fairies and the people, like mosses and dwarfs.
It was a farm school. Not a tourist destination for me. I only admire its beauty oftentimes because living in it is more fun when beauty comes with it.
Oftentimes this place is maddening because I was alone most days. The farm was actually huge. There were a few people around but there were times when they would go away and I would be all alone. It was ok. I don't want to be with people always. Yet I can't just leave and do the things I like because I had enrolled here and was bound by a contract to stay. At first I felt so vulnerable and unseen. We were just a tool for others to help their business. I don't really want to complain here. Yet I hope I'd get better and just be a fighter. I hope someone will help me be a fighter than being like this all the time.
Beauty reminds me that there would be peace someday. Not now. But will be--someday soon.
This farm stay will be done in three months. One month is almost done, two more months to go. I hope I'll survive and see a better day ahead of me.
