Time flies and tehn it stops, one day, for all of us.
The intentions were good as ever, we, as in Kerry and I tried to get a Dutch Migrant worker to partially manage the farm. Our legal Mexican Dutchman as it were, but he didn't get through the paper mill and all of a sudden it was March and we had tbooked to go to Ghana, and no Dutchman. Luckily Justin came to the rescue and managed the chickens for 4 weeks. Coming back halfway April was a little roughish, nothing was planted, the tunnel was full of weeds and there were but a few plants in the greenhouse.
4 weeks later the greenhouse is full of plants, and no place to go with them as it is one of these very wet springs, and then at Wilfarm we are below sea level anyway. In our wisdom we applied for the farmers market in Columbia, and got accepted. So now every Saturday we are committed to taking eggs to market. Which means we don't have much time to grow things to take to market... The dilemma's.
So: it is wet, and it will rain again, there are plants but they can't be planted, there is no help, and the grass is taking over, but teh spirits are good.
So where to start?
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .