Today is a miserable rainy day. It's 50° but raw from the rain. Last night it poured for hours, with thunder and lightning. I just broke down and ordered a quality pair of barn boots. My feet both got wet walking to get my mail, because my boots are leaking. The brand is Hisea and they actually have a lifetime guarantee.
I went through my seed stash, again. Oh my goodness, I have so many seeds. What's done is done, I can't "unbuy" them, but I keep getting ready to place another "small order" only to find that I do, in fact, already have that exact pack of seeds. Today I sorted everything into separate clear plastic zip lock baggies. All the squash in one bag, beets in one bag, beans in one, etc. I know it seems crazy but I have at least 20 different varieties of squash, and I want every one of them! I have ten kinds of sunflowers and I placed an order for 2 more today.
So just a little history, for fun. I have always planted an enormous garden, ever since I bought this land, more than 20 years ago. I worked full-time at a hospital 30 miles away. When I took that job I had already committed to doing a CSA, short for Community Supported Agriculture. I offered 12 weeks of produce (eggs, and honey for an additional fee) including delivery, for a set price, I think it was $350 for a membership. I had 9 member families that year. I didn't make a penny profit because I had to buy everything I needed that first year, the tiller, baskets, a seeder, and of course, seeds. I also sold at a small local farmers market, and to coworkers. I remember when I was chatting with a nurse I worked with, and I shared that I was thinking about bringing bags of lettuce in to see if our coworkers might buy them. She said "Who would buy??", she thought it was a stupid idea. So guess what? In the year 2001, I sold $75 of lettuce the first day I tried it.
I live about 4 hours from NY City, so there are city people who purchase small pieces of land out here and call them camps, or their summer place. They might put a camper on the property, a picnic table and a fire pit, and come out a few times during the summer. One day I was working out in the front garden and a car pulled into the driveway. A man approached me, introducing himself, and pointed to his car full of kids, and his wife. They were from somewhere in Europe and his wife didn't speak any English, the kids were their grandsons. They had a camp about 1/4 mile away. He wanted his grandsons to see the animals, and his wife wanted to buy fresh vegetables from the garden. She walked with me, and pointed at what she wanted, and I picked it for her. Can we say "fresh"? The boys fed carrots to the horses, and petted them. One time they stopped just as I was about to bottle feed a group of goat kids, so the boys fed them with me. I'm tearing up as I write this because it is such an emotional memory for me. So you know that I moved to the city for 5 years, and the place sat empty, and I came back last April. Do you know that man stopped here when he saw my car over the summer, with a little boy, the son of a little boy who fed the baby goats. Now there are no horses or goats, only chickens. And this year, a garden.
I feel like I could still do a lot out here, but not for money. I'd love to have a pony and a milk goat, but it's so much work, and I'm not young and strong anymore. I want to get back into canning for myself.
Ok, thanks for reading. As you can see, I love talking about gardening, etc.