Waiting on the Locusts
The three-day weekend still has a hold on me. I try not to stress or work to much during weekends everyone else is on vacation as well. So I attended some work parties and did a lot of farm repairs but I stayed away from the computer. It was wonderfully humid here for a few days and I lapped it up. I honestly think the only reason people dislike humidity is because they are fighting it. You have to if you are any sort of professional. You can't show up to the office drenched in pit stains and frizzy hair. But since I have no one to present myself too but the staff at the hardware store I just let the heat have its way with me.
This weekend the weather howled. That humid always brings short-tempered storms and this weekend brought big growls. A tornado ripped apart a home south of Albany and caused serious damage to surrounding property. There was a hail storm that destroyed Nelson Greene's corn crop. And the same time some farms and homeowner are struggling others are dancing. Cold Antler got through the weekend with nothing but smiles and fat hawks. The Stannard Farm Stand down the road had their best weekend of all time. That's the crapshoot that is agriculture. One farm just a few miles south of another thrives while the other looses thousands in the same three days. Some times it seems like if you're into any sort of financial security you're better off buying lottery tickets…
But if you are into actual security, as in shelter, water, food, and human flourishing than farming has that in spades. That dopey photo up there shows a lawn with some birds and hutches to most people. But what I see is a barn that has provided a half-ton of pork, countless eggs, hundreds of gallons of milk, rabbit, chicken, and livestock sales. I see a lawn with egg and meat futures, Thanksgiving Dinners, a forest full of game, and can hear the bubbling stream around me. On paper this place is a loss and the mortgage is always behind. In reality I am one of the wealthiest people in Cambridge. That's a humble brag for sure but I'm fine with the accusation.
P.S. To those asking about the kailyard fence - so far I am lucky. It's in the middle of the woods and the wire has kept out chickens and geese. But if deer came by it wouldn't stand a chance. Thinking about running electric around it but right now I just sprayed some liquid fence (AKA coyote piss) around it. I'm hoping its proximity to the barn and all the ruckus of the house keeps the deer at bay since a lush forest is all around it. Hope being the key word.