Waxing Poetic (farm blog)
I know this is a terrible picture (I refused to get off the tractor to take it), but here is a plant blooming in the creek bank!
Do you ever wonder just what “management” means? Me too. I find myself waxing poetic about managing the whole farm system organically, but sometimes management just seems like a buzz word for scrambling around like a desperate herd of prey in the heat of the predator’s chase. For the last couple of years I have vowed to “be more present” as a manager. With 50 different crop types and 170 different varieties of those crops, being “more present” sometimes seems like a buzz word for not sleeping. But sometimes it pays off. Like this year.
I was mowing this past Sunday and I noticed a plant blooming in the creek bank that I’m sure is one of the 170 native wetland plants we planted there a couple of years ago. Perhaps providentially because my neighbor recently informed us that he lost all of his honeybee hives this past winter. So our native pollinators can take over because we’ve been working on providing them habitat and food as part of the whole farm system organic management. Yea!
I’m not saying that if you ask me in the moment what “management” means that I’ll give you a sane answer. But there are times when I get a chance to see more concrete examples of said management. And those times reaffirm my commitment to organic management.
Planting tomatoes and peppers in a couple of days (3360 plants!) requires a lot of stretching in the evenings
I love community colleges. They’re so practical. Or maybe I have a soft spot for education. As if the learning curve on farm as diverse as ours wasn’t steep enough. I have to go and learn stuff at an institution too. Or, at least it seemed like a good idea at the time. “The time” being when the continuing education class catalog arrived in the mail in late December or early January and I was sitting around with my feet up in front of the wood stove ogling seed catalogs. The excitement of discovering a class in just the thing I’m interested in learning is akin to a child’s view of Christmas morning. So I register and bounce on in to my first class in early March before we’ve hit the crisis line on our “to-do” lists.
But that was then. Ask me how I feel about continuing my education about 7:30 last night when I’m caught in a yawning frenzy, sneaking in butt stretches in my chair in the computer lab. Ask me how I feel about extra-agricultural learning when I’m stuffing a packet of Lance artificial flavored cheese food crackers down my gullet on our 10-minute break (and don’t even mention the yoga stretches in the hallway during that same 10-minute break). Or you could ask me today when I applied something I learned last night to our farm management database and solved a problem we’ve been living with for years. Yeah. That would be a better time to ask.
Sometimes work looks a lot like play. Especially from the outside. Today was one of those days. We could be seen traipsing through the puddles with our pick and shovel, creating little rivers of drainage like we were kids with a garden hose. Boy would my mom would get mad! But you know, we were just learning about hydrology in preparation for days like today.
With nearly three inches of rain under our belts, and water attempting to break the dams of our freshly tilled beds (ready for planting tomatoes and peppers!), playing in the mud became a necessity. All we need were those little green army men and some paper boats and we could have had a complete story.
Jason tilling in a failed carrot crop
In an effort (perhaps a misguided one) to create consistency, we eliminated direct seeding from tasks that employees other than ourselves do. These are crops that don’t do well transplanted or would consume too much greenhouse space. Things like salad mix, arugula, radishes, beets and carrots. We just figured that if we did it the same way every time, we would get the same results As it turns out though, we figured wrongly. Consistency isn’t always consistent. This became clear this past weekend as we attacked our “to-do” list and had to “rock, paper, scissors” the direct seeding task. And it was the loser who had to do the direct seeding. Somehow, it is easier to blame the cosmic forces when the other’s hand held the seeder. In this light, then, perhaps we should return direct seeding to the employee task list? Isn’t part of their job description to do the jobs that neither of us wish to do?
I’ve been accused of being a pack-rat before. I come by it honestly. But I’ll swear up and down that it’s dead useful. Sure enough, just as soon as you get rid of an object, you find a use for it and mourn its loss. I’m all about avoiding those regrets. Sure, we sometimes end up with piles of junk hanging around in the various corners of the farm, but you just never know! This week, my tendencies proved providential. Yep. Twice.
We’ve had this old push lawn mower hanging about for years now. It quit working so long ago I can’t even remember what the problems were. But on a whim, I toted it along with me to my small engine repair class last night and returned with a working mower! Indeed! Now the farmily who live here can mow their own grounds! That is why we farmers never throw anything away!
Then today, we put our brand new plastic on the tomato high tunnel and it was a few feet short!!!! After a bit of grumbling about the company (who has since righted the wrong with a refund), we scrambled and dug out the nasty, stinky, ratty old plastic that we had so diligently folded up and placed in a random corner of the farm last year. Voila! We now have a complete side wall! That is why we farmers never throw anything away!
Tully enjoys the coolness of the residual snow on a 70 degree day: typical spring
This is what’s cruel about springtime: no matter how it treats you, you can’t stop loving it.
-Barbara Kingsolver in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle
It’s a never ending cycle. Folks have been counseling against it for ages, yet, we farmers just keep coming back for more. It’s a terrible addiction; we know we deserve more than this cruel lover gives us. But there’s this terrible hunger for fresh vegetables. Let’s face it, we’re never going to give up spring. As much as we moan and complain about battling the wind and row covers, about pushing the unexpected snow off from the hoop houses, about frozen fingers and frantic desperation to protect little baby plants, about 50 degree temperature swings all in one day, about wind burn and sun burn and sore muscle burn, the truth is, we still adore springtime. The first push of green from those tiny seeds in the greenhouse, the excited and relieved surprise of finding new life when peeking under a row cover in the field, the saturated azure of the clear day, even the confusing wardrobe decisions. These things keep us falling back into the arms of this cruel lover year after year in spite of our own exasperated sighs.
Farm fashion: I think I pretty much nailed it, don't you?
I remember reading an article once about second career farmers. All the folks the reporter interviewed had just left other jobs to farm. They all more or less cited a move toward and quieter and simpler life as their motivation. I suppose I’ve been doing this too long to remember if I ever held a romantic view of the farm life. No, who am I kidding. Of course I once held a romantic view of organic farming. One that likely involved more sitting on the porch and far less aching backs. One that involved more lemonade in the shade and far less sweat and grime in the summer; more L.L. Bean sweaters and hot tea and far fewer mismatched layers and wind-burned faces in the winter. But here I sit, firmly entrenched in the dirty, sweaty, achy, mismatched and wind-burned reality, counting my blessings anyway that, thanks to you, I get to do this every day.
Apparently, chickens hate the snow! This one tested it out then perched in this tree all morning.
Okay, I admit it. I’ve been a bit envious lately of people who have jobs. It’s just that I thrive on feeling productive and useful. Our season is beginning—it’s time to get productive, but with the weather, that productivity is limited to the office and the greenhouse. And there’s only so much we can accomplish in those two tiny spaces. After two relatively warm days and a slew of dry cold days preceding them, we went out expecting to till some ground and get ready for planting. Nope. Denied. The ground was still frozen stiff. Back to the office we went. The taxes are all completed ahead of deadline, the records finalized, the seeds ordered, old email files sorted and cleaned up, the office cleaned, organized, and re-organized. We’re so organized that we’re becoming disorganized! I just noticed that some of the file folders I created and filed (organized) have been re-created and filed by Jason! See? It’s like someone asking you what time it is seconds after you’ve looked at your watch, only to realize that you have no idea what time it is! Rinse, repeat.
Do you remember that Richard Pryor movie from the 80s? Brewster’s Millions. About the guy who had to spend a million dollars within a year and actually found it challenging. Each January, as we spend our spend our days purchasing our seeds and supplies for the season, I am reminded of that movie. Brewster should have farmed. Seriously. I feel like a one woman economic stimulus package this time of year. Forget champagne and caviar though; it’s seeds and potting mix and fertilizer for us. I have to admit, though, that it’s kind of fun. Rampant purchasing seems to add to the annual optimism we farmers suffer from. We roll through town in our ancient beat-up trucks and baggy overalls throwing down dollars like a hip-hop song, with a sanguine surety that this season is going to be great.
Jason weeding strawberries in our second strawberry house!
Happy New Year from Tumbling Shoals Farm! Time to make those resolutions! Truth be told, the only New Year’s resolution I ever kept was to never make another New Year’s resolution. Yep. Still sticking to that one several years later! But resolution season happens to fall into our production planning season, so I reckon a couple resolution-ish things sneak their way into our planning. Like, we really are going to keep the deer fence baited this year to prevent the astounding amount of crop damage done by those pesky creatures. Or, we’re going to keep up with the tomato trellising so they never get unruly. Or, we will write down everything we do on the farm each day!
This year, on top of resolution season falling into planning season, I’m also reading this book about how habits work and (hopefully) how to make new ones (The power of Habit: Why we do what we do in life and business). Look out husband and employees, you are going to be one big experiment in cues and rewards!