Crossroads

For reasons I can't fully explain publicly, Old Webster Farm has come to a bit of a crossroads within the past two days. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it could affect the future of the farm. It could affect whether or not we continue to farm, at least for the foreseeable future.

It's up to us, really. Whether we choose to keep going, or choose to do make a bit of a return to our former life.

I don't want to leave the farm. I don't want to give up on the farm. But farming over the past three years has given me a perspective that I didn't have three years ago. A feeling that I know I can pretty much do anything I decide to do...whether that's true or not, I'm sure I'll find out before long.

Well, enough of the cryptic writings. I'm just a little confused right now and felt I needed to share (as little information as possible, but still).

I'll keep you posted. Whoever you are.

A Million Miles Away From the Farm

Tomorrow the Beautiful Old House will see visits from a plumber, a carpenter and an electrician.

Better sell LOTS of tomatoes next year...

The Farm is Napping

Everything is snoozing away under a blanket of snow and ice right now at the old farm.

I was initially busy with a kitchen rehab in our Beautiful Old House. But when we discovered rotting floor boards under our downstairs bathroom a week ago, we decided to redo that first. Hopefully, we can do a better job of making the bathroom look less like 1987 left a lingering stench in there and help it coordinate more with the 19-teens decor of the rest of the place. Hex tiles, wainscoting, pedestal sink, etc.

In farm-related news, though, I do have a line on an interesting and relatively rare variety of turnip from Germany. Hopefully I'll be able to make that available this upcoming season.