Time management is crucial when farming on a small, independent, diversified scale. As a crew leader, I’m always thinking about this, because the vitality of the farm relies on efficiency and timing, getting the right people to the right job with the right tools at the right time. Sometimes it can feel like there is inevitably an obstacle to every best laid plan, especially when planning in accordance to unpredictable weather patterns and a host of other factors, like not having a green thumb mechanically, as in my case (which would be a… black thumb?).
And then I'll have one of THOSE days, those days when I feel like I’m cursed. Really. It makes me wonder if there is truly some merit in possibly wronging the universe karmically, and what I could have done to provoke its retribution? Or that maybe some kind of electrical energy emanating from my being causes everything I touch to short circuit.
On one of these days, still a little groggy in the grey spring morning...