| April,
2005. This seems to be the time of the year I find
myself waking up in the middle of the night, sweating over the first
field plantings and wondering how anything in the garden will actually
make it to harvest. One groundhog can level a patch of baby broccoli
in a couple of hours, meandering from plant to plant and nibbling
off precious first leaves. This happened last season to my pac choi
and it threw me into shock, losing so much work so quickly. A flock
of birds can make off with half the pea seeds in a morning, and
this also happened last year. So now we have floating row cover
to protect newly seeded beds, and the electric fence is running,
but it’s still difficult to feel at ease.
Our first real bout with poor germination of seeds in the greenhouse
has us over-seeding every flat we start. The compost is not as finished
as I had hoped. Our irrigation setup needs an overhaul. And the
list of concerns continues, topped off by the areas of sod pasture
we must convert to garden this year. Why didn’t we do that
last fall? I look back at the off-season and wonder if we used our
time wisely and why we didn’t plan more carefully or get organized
enough to make our spring a smoother ride.
The questions of why we put ourselves through this farm frenzy
begin to surface. Those doubts about our ability to farm I refrain
from acknowledging until they are really forceful and permeate the
air. That’s when friends come to the rescue, particularly
those farming veterans who have mastered the art of handling stress.
They tell me two basic things:
First, farming is hands down one of the most stressful professions
out there, so I must realize that every other farmer is in the same
boat, and that none of us is alone. Knowing this helps me settle
down.
Second, you learn more than you think each season, but you don’t
notice it because your focus is on the next mountain of farming
activity and knowledge. It’s important to acknowledge that
you are making progress, and it’s not uncommon to make the
same mistakes multiple times. It can take several seasons, including
a couple tough-weather ones, to develop that deeper knowledge of
how and when to do what. So I must just keep on going and do my
best.
Last year we were a couple of weeks behind on just about everything,
and now it seems we’re about a week behind. Last season we
had no on-farm compost; this year we have heaping piles of unfinished
stuff. Last year we waited until emergency situations to ask for
help; this year we have a couple assistants working with us for
most of the season. And we start an hour earlier. A little at a
time, I suppose. |