Wayne and I took a drive to Pineland Farms in New Gloucester which is only a half hour ride for us. The campus, once “Maine’s Home for the Feeble Minded” (that may be a separate post sometime down the road), was transformed into a “5,000-acre working farm, diverse business campus and educational and recreational venue.” Pineland Farms is also the supplier of my favorite pepper jack cheese and beef that I’ve been eating for years. Even so, I had never visited the farm until now. Why not before? It was one of many things I would do “someday.” I’m so over putting things off, especially when I came to terms with how much time I had been wasting with my toxic relationship with Facebook.
We wanted to take part in the “Family Farmyard Hands-On Activities.” In other words, play with pigs, chickens, alpacas and goats while learning about farm life! When we arrived at the welcome center to buy tickets the employee asked if we had kids with us? When I replied no, we didn’t, he assured us that it was OK, they have people “like us” from time to time and gave a patronizing smile.
That never even crossed our minds. What’s up with that? Was that just a kid’s domain–learning about farm life and animals? I know he meant well, but I felt a little awkward after that.
We drove to the educational center, and when we walked in a few minutes late things became even more uncomfortable. There were little kids sitting around an employee reading from a storybook. That’s cute and all, but we felt like we some overgrown schoolkids left back a few decades, until Christine saved the day! A super enthusiastic employee, she asked us if we were there without kids, and when we said yes, she said she’s give us a special adult tour!
They had been sleeping, so they were pretty mellow when we gave them head pats. One rolled over for belly rubs from Christine.
I loooove their cheese! That would make some good dipping sauce!