While it is not raining in the literal sense of the word, the trees at the Hostel are raining beautiful leaves down on us. At any given point of the day, one can walk the paths here and be witness to a beautiful cascade of forest love. Needless to say, theres wonderful views and lots of raking to be done!

Despite the outside cluder, much cleaning and organizing is being doine. The more funky of our pillows have been repaired and replaced, labryith reconstruction continues with much help, and the screen porch has been made spotless. The stone path behind the church bathroom has been relayed (expect a semi-humorous video of the process to follow), and the view to the duck pond has been cleared.

Our international parade marches on, with guests this week from Japan, China, and India. We were also treated to a couple amazing dishes for our gastronomical pleasure. We had local, southern delicacies prepared for us. Grayson Powell brought some fresh deer with him from Cumberland Island, Bernie Copp prepared a massive and delicious Low Country Boil, and Tom came and graced us with an equally massive southern-style breakfast.

Greens continue to sprout in the garden, despite the cold weather. We have arugula everywhere, and our planted onions are poking their heads out. Kumquats are appearing near the glass house, and we made juice out of our sour oranges.

While our beloved chickens survive, our duck population continues to fall. We believe that ALL of our male ducks have become forest snacks now…much to the dismay of the lady ducks.

Peace, love, and chicken poop!