Oh hey, so, we had a talk yesterday. I think we might go bigger here. Like, full-time job bigger. We need to raise money for the infrastructure though.
We could do a 1/2 acre annual food plot up front and then plant mostly perennial foods in the current beds and food forest. When we get the goat pasture finally fenced and get them a bigger shed (because they deserve it dammit!) we will get meat and angora (!) goats as well. Also, 2 more bee hives. We would need to build a barn with cold storage room too. Ugh, that isn’t cheap.
This means we would have veggies, fruits (eventually), meat, eggs, honey and fiber for sale along with soap and balms. Still won’t do milk for sale. Just too much regulation. Meat is actually easier since there’s a usda approved facility in the next town.
We could do this. We have the space. We have the desire. We have the passion. We just need to organize.
You know when you make someone feel horrible unintentionally, and then they make you feel horrible for it, and then your day is just fucked because your head hurts from crying and you’re all tired and emotionally drained? And maybe it’s raining really hard so it’s like the sky is saying don’t even think about garden therapy unless you are stupid and want to get sick? No? Oh..
"It’s beyond alarming. As Gilens and Page write, "the preferences of the average American appear to have only a minuscule, near-zero, statistically non-significant impact upon public policy." In other words, their statistics say your opinion literally does not matter."
Let your children grow up to be farmers. Let them know what it is like to be free from fluorescent lights and laser pointer meetings. Let them challenge themselves to be forever resourceful and endlessly clever….