It is sloppy and there’s not much to do on the farm except take care of our 100 maturing broiler chickens and the the 100 broiler chicks in the brooder, which is less than 20 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the evening. It’s too wet to even walk in the garden without gaining 10 pounds of mud on each boot.
So I have been working at the warehouse my brother manages and Jenifer works at. Actually, that is the total workforce, my brother and Jenifer. Except this week, Mike, one of my brother’s friends, and I have been working some, trying to get orders out by Thanksgiving for Christmas sales.
It is sort of an interesting place. All the products are handmade in Mexico and it is a really odd mix of stuff. Glass tissue box covers, trash bins, matchbox covers, etc.
Anyway, it is kind of nice to go work somewhere with no thoughts about business, profits, customers, etc.
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Just stick in my earbuds, tune up a permaculture podcast, and pull and pack orders until the farm dries out.
Dean Mullis writes from Laughing Owl Farm in Richfield.