We have never sold crops. We have never slaughtered an animal. We have never even had a successful harvest. Our vegetable starts died. Our chickens escape and eat our surviving plants. Our last litter of rabbits all died.
We don't seem to be successful.
Every time we take on a new venture we find out just how much work is involved. If we chose to do all we could the farm could be a full time job.
This is how I think sometimes. I think that we fail. I think we are crazy. But we keep going. Carly finds a beet the size of a tennis ball as we weed through the jungle; the biggest we have ever grown. So we keep going. We find volunteer squash and potatoes in the places where our planted starts died. They have flowers, even fruit. So we keep going. Heirloom tomatoes we planted knowing we might get a smaller harvest flower and we even find fruit. So we keep going.
In fact, our tomato plants (some that have been saved from near death) inspired the simple dinner that Carly made tonight. If we only get fruit from half of our tomatoes we can eat a subtly different version of this meal five days a week.
There is no good reason to quit. We couldn't neglect our animals and we have invested too deeply into our plants. In poker we would be "pot committed." We are fully invested in the farm, dirty nails and all.
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