Enka:ri Farm

I heard a joke on NPR this morning. A reporter gave a customer in a middle America diner a moment to share this gem on air: What’s the difference between a puppy and a farmer? Answer: A puppy eventually grows up and stops whining. I got a good laugh out of it. Sure, it’s stressful to be a farmer sometimes, but every year, I weigh the options, and for almost a decade now I’ve been making the same choice day after day, year after year.

We work with wild card weather every year. Perhaps you’ve seen the tremendous amount of corn sitting in fields across the region right now, unable to be harvested. A mid summer drought turned into a very wet fall, abruptly ended by an early frigid onset. It’s unpredictable and at times heartbreaking but I never doubt the choice to keep farming, and I try to keep the whining to a whisper.

Here it is now at the turn of December; that’s a year in the books for Enka:ri Farm! People ask me frequently if it’s just me on the farm. It’s just my name on the paperwork; however, I haven’t done it all alone – and I’m endlessly grateful to friends, family, and community who have helped and supported along the way.

Thank you thank you thank you.