The farmily harvesting cockscomb
I have a stopwatch function on my old dumb phone. I got to timing myself the other day assembling tomato boxes. It took me an average of 40 seconds. My record was 34 seconds. In a business like ours operating on such a thin fragile margin, those seconds end up mattering. We even follow a certain route to town because it’s 1 minute faster than another. Those minutes add up over a lifetime on the farm!
This stopwatch phenomenon is really a habit of Jason’s that I recently adopted. He spends a lot of time thinking about the best and most efficient way to go about things. Up until recently, I’ve just been amazed that we figured out how to do something at all that I’ve been complacent with how we do it. I’ve just really figured out the method to his madness. First, you have to figure out how to do it; then you have to figure out how best to do it. It’s part of becoming a better farmer.
Turns out, I’m a faster farmer when I’ve got that stopwatch thing going.