You really have to love farming to deal with all the challenges and hard work that creep into the daily drama of trying to keep up with growing food. Is it any wonder less than 1% of the land in America grows food? It used to be around 40% in the 1940's.
I read a lot of farm stories and talk with a lot of farmers and hear things like, "If something doesn't break down every day then you know tomorrow is going to be twice as bad", and "Farmers have to be gluttons for punishment to trade a 40 hour work week for an 80 hour one with half the pay". I've also heard that deep down farmers are really the eternal optimists. They have to be. A seed is a dream that hasn't come into it's own. Great care must be taken to nourish and support it.
The start of this year has had to be the most challenging growing one that I've ever faced. Mystery eaters of the new produce, more cloudy and rainy days than usual, chipmunks, living situation upheavals, financial issues, injured knee, and then... the truck needs a new transmission. Really? I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to give up everything right then and there. I'm trying to get the book I've been working on for a year and a half published on top of all of this and suddenly everything seems impossible.
But as the people closest to me know, I really am the eternal optimist. I take impossible situations, set my jaw, tell the pain and nay-sayers to get lost, walk with a stiff determined gait and carry on. It's the farmers heart. No woman is an island and I swallow my pride and ask for help. My work is important and it keeps me going.
The farm is beginning to look like Fort Knox with all the fencing and micro-fencing. I applied beneficial nematodes, moved all the seedlings around so they can take advantage of the most sunlight, applied cottonwood seed infused oil to my knee (great relief), and started accepting donations to get the truck fixed. Life goes on. Every set back is an opportunity to show what we're made of.
These are the snap peas that have finally taken hold after 4 or 5 plantings. I lost count honestly. Some little bugger loved the hell out of them.