Months prior, upon scrambling to design a “restful-but-productive-and-recharging” summer, I decided I wanted to work on a farm. Many phone calls and emails later (typically exchanged during the procrastinating periods before prelim season), I arranged to spend my July in Warner, New Hampshire as a farmhand on a small organic family farm. With only a few paragraphs and pictures on their website, I knew not what to expect. And so, on a morning in late June, I boarded a train to Boston, where after a quick meal I transferred onto a bus headed to Concord, New Hampshire.