At least I feed my itinerant workers fairly well.
The leftover roasted potatoes from dinner the night before, with more fresh garlic scapes and some goat cheese, and a few eggs, becomes frittata for breakfast, served with strong coffee and biscuits with butter and strawberries.
It's a good thing she had a hearty breakfast. She sure as hell needed it.
Hired Hands is the name of her blog. "Friendly Helping Hands" might be more apt, I think.
Don't ever question the female work ethic. (not that you'd DARE to on this blog, anyway, right?)
Get a load of this photo. Paula is saying, "Holy crap. When Norma says she has weeds, she IS.NOT.KIDDING." (and we're not all done)
Want another look at the pile?
Trust me when I say: A lot of sweat was sweated. With only a break to have some pizza and iced tea, Paula worked nonstop all the lonnnng day before she got in her car and headed northward. As for me, I was a Tom Sawyer and didn't do any of the work -- I was too busy taking pee breaks and photos of Paula. My muscles are not really believing that, though. Did I mention there is still more to be done? (and that the wheelbarrow was filled and emptied twice the day before?)
What a wonderful, wonderful friend you are, Paula. Thank you for coming all this way, for your companionship, and all the sweat and toil you expended. Now when I go outside, I will not want to cover my eyes and run, screaming, back inside. What remains to be done is not nearly so overwhelming.
P.S. On Saturday evening, much wine was drunk and there was a teeny bit of knitting. Paula is working on some adorable felted chickens from a Fibertrends pattern, and I picked up a Magic 28 sock which I didn't even finish. Did I mention the wine? I don't know about Paula, but I had a great time.
P.P.S. Judging by some of the comments yesterday, I could start a real come-to-Vermont-and-I'll-cook-for-you-in-exchange-for-weed-pulling/decorating/wallpaper stripping (and who knows what else?) racket. I was going to say "My old pal Dave really wants to strip my wallpaper," but then I realized how bad that might sound....
But hey, I'm totally game. (We also need a new roof. Any roofers out there?) Be careful what you volunteer for, though. You saw what poor Paula got herself caught up in...