One of the challenges of bi vocational farming is balance. Both jobs require a great deal of time input, but for the life of me, I can’t squeeze more than 24 hours out of a day. And, unfortunately, at my age, sleep is a necessity. When I was 24, burning both ends of the candle was easy, even normal. These dotage years, though, require rest and recuperation.
My outside job takes about 12 hours a day, counting travel time. Do the math. With the days growing shorter now that we are past the solstice, I am finding myself in a race with daylight. This morning, I finally lost and had to don a headlamp to go work in the garden. Headlamps will not get me more hours in my day, but they do give me more hours to work.
The last couple days, I’ve been prepping the fall garden beds and transplanting some tomatoes. I’m not confident in growing tomatoes from cuttings. Last year was the first time I tried it. Only about half the plants lived, and though they grew well, we got a blight before getting any fruit developed. Also, I planted them a bit late.
I have three beds weeded and clear. The next step is to get some compost and fertilizer (non chemical, of course) in them, then they will be ready to plant. I’m thinking beets and potatoes. I will plant the squash and cucumbers in containers. Radishes, lettuce, cabbage, etc. will come later, probably September.
The garden looks terrible. I fell behind with weeding and now I’m facing a monster as I do my fall prep. Too bad. So sad. It’s pay me now or pay me later. I’m paying.
I love gardening. I’m not very good at it, but fortunately, the ground continues to produce despite my ineptitude.
The heat and humidity drain me, but at the end of the day, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I feel almost heroic when I carry in a load of harvested goodness that my hands have grown. I feel a sense of satisfaction when I see the raised beds clean and prepped. I just can’t tell if I’m getting ahead or falling behind. What I know for sure is….I’m tired. Getting old S.T.I.N.K.S.