Space on Ryder Farm (Round 3)

The last official gathering of the Working Farm playwrights, culminating in the Roving Dinner on Sunday. It’s the first time we’ve all been back together since early June. Posner and I got here last night after Juilliard, in time to join the gin-drinking late-night reunion-tour at the long wood dinner table. Waking up this morning, I can report: the ducks are on one side of the deck, the chickens are on the other, the air smells like fall, and it feels like I’m home. farm