Our living situation is an adventurous one. We all live in a the storage rooms of a barn shared between Wheatland and Tree and Leaf. Next to the barn is an outhouse, and just down from it is the bath house where running water enables showers and teeth brushing. The kitchen is a separate building by one of the lakes, made more of screen than lumber. It has electricity, stoves, sinks, refrigerators, sometimes wireless Internet, shelves full of pots and pans and dishes, couches and tables. It's the social center of the farm worker community, where we all congregate after the long days of work to read, talk, eat, and have a beer.
The work so far has been good, but I'm definitely feeling sore. I've spent my hours planting tomatoes, mulching, trimming crate after crate of tuberose bulbs, harvesting snow peas, picking basil, and a lot of washing and processing.
So far so good.