The Night Prior

Hello to all of you who wish to absorb my wisdom. My name is Cane, and this summer I will be in Maine. Because of the beautifully incongruousness nature of English pronunciation, I rhyme with the state in which I will reside. For this reason, I have chosen, after long deliberation, to be Maine Cane.
What I have did in order to prepare for tomorrow is to write into my facebook status "jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton, jump down turn around pick a bale of hay [sic]." My cousin Emily soon-to-be Rafuse? (nee Mitchell), who owns a farm in Vassalboro, ME saw my status and asked if that was an application to work on her place this summer. Me, having nothing to do as of yet for the summer, said "of course it is." And it has since become reality.
I will be working on the Lupine Farm, which is primarily a full-service equestrian facility with additional garden space, and then spending the time remaining to help with the gubernatorial campaign of my aunt Libby Mitchell as well as my cousin's bid for state legislature.
In whatever remaining time there is, I will be in Portland, hanging with family, and hanging around the farm, fishing in the nearby Kennebec River and feeling like a yankee Tom Sawyer.

Disclaimer: I know nothing about farms or campaigns, but I like learning about things I don't know about, and I will be trying to update the blog at least once a week, such that it runs from May 26 to August 7.