A Day in O.U.R. Life
Wake up, get out of bed…
For the average ecovillager, the similarities with the famous Beatles song stop there. Few residents drag combs across their heads, and I daresay none rush outside to catch a bus to work. I’ve been at O.U.R. Ecovillage for over a month now, long enough that I have slipped into something resembling a routine. Here’s a rundown of a typical day for me.
Wake up to the sound of the rooster crowing at 5 AM. Go back to sleep. Wake up to the breakfast horn at 7 AM. Doze off again and listen to the barnyard choir of turkeys and sheep get progressively louder until I feel compelled to roll out of my sleeping bag.
After a quick bowl of oatmeal, I check in with the garden crew at 9am. The morning meeting gives everyone the opportunity to say how they’re feeling and get a rundown of the day’s tasks. Then the tradition is to play a couple rounds of Ninja – a physical game that seems well suited to those with quick reflexes and a bit of sneakiness. That said, I’m usually one of the first ones out, but it’s a nice way to limber up and kick start the day.
Once we’re in the garden it’s time to water, weed, plant, and harvest. Harvesting is always my favorite task. Lately the terraced squash patch in particular has been prodigiously productive. Every couple of days there seems to be at least 25 – 100 pounds of fresh vegetables to be picked. Aside from squash, the garden has been offering up plenty of leafy greens, herbs, and berries with the greenhouses on the verge of explosion with delicious ripe tomatoes.
12:00 o’clock is lunch time, which commonly includes soup, baked bread, and of course a salad featuring the freshly picked produce out of the garden.
Afternoons are usually a mixed bag, so there’s really no such thing as a typical afternoon for me. There are always parts of the garden that can use a little TLC, and I’ve also had the opportunity to help out with several of the other teams on-site.
After the work day ends, I’m often tempted to wash off the dirt and get in a dip at nearby Shawnigan Lake. Of course the lure of dinner back at the village keeps me from lingering around at the lake for too long. For the last meal of the day the kitchen magicians somehow seem to surpass the excellent lunches.
Post-digestion, evenings are a mellow time to chat, unwind, watch a movie, or sit around a fire and chat as the embers fade until it’s bedtime.
Told from the eyes of Maarten – volunteers & friend.