Waking up on Wednesday can be such a treat: my paying work, which I still really enjoy, even after 9 year, is out of my hair again for 5 days, and I can focus on this farming enterprise. But where to start? I wake up, three dogs in the bedroom. I get one foot out of bed, and see the pile of clean clothes, neatly stored in a heap on the ground, waiting for relocation, walk through the "office", small seedlings needing water, the greenhouse plants are coming up and need some water, the house definitely could use some tlc, the sign needs painting, grant progress report has to get in the email, I would like to get some more signs painted, eggs need selling, potatoes are in the cooler and will get in the ground, but not by themselves, another grant to write. And what do I do? Write a little blog, guess that is where I start. But first let me have a glass of wine to celebrate Wednesday.
Actually, by Saturday things are looking up:
here's your sign: you can lower it with pullies and change out the boards.
Still blank but I can see all kinds of texts on there. Got the waterlines that had broken and started leaking this winter replaced, and got about half of the chickens in the tunnel. Grazing as it were. They don't like arugula. May have to mow that down myself. In a days time they have eaten 20 pounds of spinach and lettuce, seriously thin runnings, but who wants to hear about the consistency of chicken shit?
And on it goes: I have a clean email inbox, when was the last time you didn't have anything in it? Sent of the SARE hoeing hen grant report, (see elsewhere on the site). Did write another grant for the WWOOF, called Wil Farm is going private, looking for an outdoor shower and toilet for the volunteers, you never know, and am getting ready to till some soil, probably way too wet, but feel like sitting on the tractor and getting it ready.
So... yes, feeling blessed. Not looking forward to pooching it, but if it would happen today, and you would be happy, that is something isn't it.
And the algorithm for the day: if you have a dog that is sick and that you care for and want to help, how do you do that when it bites your hand?
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .