Profile: Abby

Abby, soon to be 17, lives a few miles down the road. She's smart, sassy, energetic, full of life. She's home schooled. She cleans the Garden House, executing a standard, set by her mother, Ruthie (Land Bank Steward for Orcas Island), which is just enough short of squeaky to spare her an OCD diagnosis. She borders and rides horses, tends the menagerie at Bright Meadow Farm (lambs, pigs, goats, chickens, sometimes a cow), and recently got a ten year old pickup in which to haul hay, horses, and feed. She's thinking about college, has a male friend who lives on another island, knows her way around boats. She talks fast, works hard, and doesn't smoke, or trash her hearing with earbuds, or always drive the speed limit. Her clothes show she is not afraid of mucking out a stall, and her quick insightful responses tell anyone to think and speak carefully lest they suffer a devastating loss at the hands of a skillful logician and wordsmith. It is a pleasure to have her take over the heavy lifting on this critical task (I've been doing it mostly solo since 1992). If I call ahead, she'll bring a dozen freshly laid eggs.