My experienced at Pay It Forward Farm was phenomenal . That summer , after receiving a funding grant from my school for the planned internship , I packed my Jeep , said my goodbyes and hit the road for New Hampshire . For six weeks I lived with a dynamic influx of young people and my foster farm family . Our days were never uneventful . There were always projects , meetings , and things to be done . In the gardens , we planted , watered , weeded , and harvested . We taught kids about where their food comes from , and watched them as they planted seeds in the soil . We met with other farmers in the area and supported them at farmers markets , work parties , and provided emotional support during slaughterings . When the sun set and the days were done , our family gathered to cook together and sit around the kitchen table or the old wooden electric spool outside , laughing off the trials of the day and toasting to the successes . We cooked for each other , sharing favorite recipes and stories . We held parties with our farming friends , where any and all we ran into were invited and offered whatever food and drinks we had . We spent our nights under the stars talking , sometimes about heady epistemological ideas and hopes for the future and other times about joys and frustations from the day . We laughed a lot , sometimes we cried . I think once or twice , there was some yelling , but man , we just lived . During these weeks existence was materially simple yet spiritually rich , and I felt much happiness as a result . Almost every step along the way , from planting , to harvesting , to purchasing and consuming , we knew the face of that member of our local food system . This was the ideal . Adapted from : What It's Like Working on an Organic Farm by Eva Moss1. What was the name of The Farm ?​