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It is a really exciting time of year on the farm.
We spread a 500-pound round bale of wheat straw for the pigs on Wednesday ahead of the heavy rain. Jenifer started going through the cardboard box full of farm receipts for tax purposes. My mind has glassed over from looking through 15-plus seed catalogs.
I ended up throwing all but four or five catalogs away. The ones I kept are dangerous enough.
I am considering small-scale production of rice, barley and hops.
I should probably look for a local chapter of organic vegetable growers anonymous because I clearly have a problem.
We laundered the pile of money we sleep on every night.
Dirty little secret: All of us small-scale organic farmers sleep on big piles of money. It helps relieve our guilt for charging outrageous prices for nutrient-dense food we spend seven days a week growing.
