I started this farm seven years ago in 2005. The long-term plan was for both my husband Andrew and myself to earn our living together from the farm. In 2006, Andrew decided he wanted to pursue a military career. I have to admit I was never wild about the idea, but it was what he had his heart set on, and I'm proud of his service to our country. He has helped out here at the farm as he's able, but he's had his own full-time job, and then some. He just returned from the most recent of many long government-sponsored field trips to hot sandy climates, and guess what?
He's done with it. If you think you just heard a long slow sigh of relief on the breeze...that was me. From right here it sounds like the whole heavens are singing the Hallelujah chorus in my head. No more long periods of separation. No more waking up alone at 3am in a cold sweat wondering if some lunatic just set the world on fire. No more gas masks stashed in the back of the closet. No more farmer on the verge of a nervous breakdown posts (we can hope).
Seven years and many adventures later, we're coming full circle. Andrew will be joining me full time on the farm beginning early next year. He's ready to make peas, not war. Literally. You heard me right: by next spring, there will be two Wild Onion-ers growing even more food for you!!
We do have a lot of details to work out over the winter, trying to figure out where best to expand to earn enough on the farm alone to pay all the bills. We're both excited as can be, and yet nervous as a field of mice on a full moon night. Andrew will be staying on with the military on a very limited basis for a while, because that federal insurance package is really nice. Otherwise, we will be relying on the farm for 100% of our income. It's a bit of a swan dive, but I'm all for jumping off cliffs and belly-flopping into unknown waters. Easing into the pool an inch at a time isn't really my thing.
Here's to peas, not war.
And you can count on quite a few more tomatoes next summer!
He's done with it. If you think you just heard a long slow sigh of relief on the breeze...that was me. From right here it sounds like the whole heavens are singing the Hallelujah chorus in my head. No more long periods of separation. No more waking up alone at 3am in a cold sweat wondering if some lunatic just set the world on fire. No more gas masks stashed in the back of the closet. No more farmer on the verge of a nervous breakdown posts (we can hope).
Seven years and many adventures later, we're coming full circle. Andrew will be joining me full time on the farm beginning early next year. He's ready to make peas, not war. Literally. You heard me right: by next spring, there will be two Wild Onion-ers growing even more food for you!!
We do have a lot of details to work out over the winter, trying to figure out where best to expand to earn enough on the farm alone to pay all the bills. We're both excited as can be, and yet nervous as a field of mice on a full moon night. Andrew will be staying on with the military on a very limited basis for a while, because that federal insurance package is really nice. Otherwise, we will be relying on the farm for 100% of our income. It's a bit of a swan dive, but I'm all for jumping off cliffs and belly-flopping into unknown waters. Easing into the pool an inch at a time isn't really my thing.
Here's to peas, not war.
And you can count on quite a few more tomatoes next summer!
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