That’s a wrap! Season 2 at Enka:ri Farm is in the books. My little farm baby is growing up so fast.
Yep, I said farm baby. I’ve found this endearing term quite fitting for the 30 acres of dirt, a couple ramshackle barns, and a fat whiny mortgage I’m blessed to call my own…
For a couple reasons.
1. I don’t have any real babies and I was hoping folks would throw me a shower. Not too late. I’m free next Sunday and I’ll play all the terrible baby shower bingo you can handle.
2. This farming business takes a lot of my time and energy, and oh goodness a lot of my money. Like a sweet drooling baby.
3. And for all the effort, the farm did not produce truckloads of food in seasons one and two. It merely produced enough for the CSA and me to eat. But that was (excluding losses to extreme weather) the plan. So this is the best analogy I’ve found for explaining this farm’s timeline to folks. In the beginning years, I’m building soil, I’m setting up infrastructure, I’m encouraging an ecosystem with strong biodiversity, and I’m establishing perennial plantings in the field which will take a few years to produce any crop at all. My farm baby just gets nurtured and nuzzled and lavished with gifts and kisses. I have not expected my baby to pay for her own diapers. As she grows and matures, I’ll expect the farm to pay for herself, and when I’m old, hopefully she’ll put me in the coziest rocking chair. I don’t see farming as a career from which to retire, but as a lifelong lifestyle choice. However, I do watch my orchard trees like some people watch the stock market, as I surely plan to lean on their crop to support a simple lifestyle in my golden years.
Though a touch on the silly side, and knowing that farming cannot hold a candle to the job of parenting, I hope it works as a clear analogy and gives a little smile. Choosing this eclectic lifestyle 10 years ago led me to learn that I get to determine what success means for me. Back in 2010 it was being okay with making nearly no money in exchange for the opportunity to travel around and follow the sun while learning to farm and function in rustic rural settings. Since then it has looked like taking on a lot of side jobs to finance this dream, and now it means letting plum trees grow, hazelnuts shrub, asparagus stalk, and welcoming more red-winged blackbirds to combat an evil infiltration of Japanese beetles on the cherry trees.
What does success look like for you?