But I do want to continue to make regular posts, and also spend time logging information that is necessary to remember for future seasons. One day I may have a farm manager that is not me, or even a full-time employee, and it would be super helpful to have some sort of past logs for them to look through that aren't just from my brain (that remembers things like, "oh yea, in 2017 I planted okra in the first bed of the hoophouse on Mother's Day because I remember I was talking to my mom on the phone as I was doing that). I can't rely on it because I know one day I won't remember! So I must keep track. Excel and I are not great friends, but we are slowly warming up to each other.
Anyway, when I am doing morning and evening chores, which right now consists of shuffling trays of seedlings in and out of the grow tents and watering accordingly, I think about things I can write about, and one of those is what I have learned along the way, usually the hard way but is there really any other way? I always think I am so green and I feel so unsure about things I do when it comes to propagating, growing, and harvesting (all the things), but really I have come a long way. I also have a long way to go but I gotta give myself a little credit here: Before we bought this property, I had never so much as planted one tiny seed in the ground. Many farmers become farmers much like chefs become chefs: They intern their way from the bottom up, paying their dues working on various farms for a small hourly wage or maybe just in exchange for a trailer to sleep in and some farm fodder. They eventually become a farm manager, all the while scrimping and saving to own or rent their own piece of land one day.
I feel very fortunate that this farm kind of fell into our lap. Well, not exactly. We had a vision, and a dream.. and with some help, found this piece of land and house that had actually never been farmed on but did have a small garden and plenty of potential. So we got to work! We planted whatever we could think of in that small garden plot the first year, then the 2nd year got chickens and expanded the garden, then got pigs and expanded the garden, and now here we are with over an acre of garden space for vegetables, a propagation hoop house, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Anyway, this post has become not what I planned on from when I wrote the title, but rather some ramblings from a farmer with a little too much on her mind right now! I will get back to what I was going to talk about in a later post, but right now I have to go 2 tabs over and record some things in the old Excel before it leaves my brain!