Things have been quieter than normal at the B.F.M. Two consecutive weeks of travel put me behind the eight ball. I returned to the farm on June 16th. Since then, I’ve been playing catch up on different projects—some related to the farm, some to writing. The good news is that nothing catastrophic happened while we were away. I’m hurrying to wrap up the third and final phase of a multi-year USDA project, but I’m still on schedule. The bad news is that we’ve reached the point in the growing season where the lives of plants, trees, and animals seem one or two or three steps ahead of this farmer’s ability to care for them. Factor in some travel, and one morning this farmer will come home to a riot of weeds in the garden and fruit rotting on the vine.
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Things have been quieter than normal at the B.F.M. Two consecutive weeks of travel put me behind the eight ball. I returned to the farm on June 16th. Since then, I’ve been playing catch up on different projects—some related to the farm, some to writing. The good news is that nothing catastrophic happened while we were away. I’m hurrying to wrap up the third and final phase of a multi-year USDA project, but I’m still on schedule. The bad news is that we’ve reached the point in the growing season where the lives of plants, trees, and animals seem one or two or three steps ahead of this farmer’s ability to care for them. Factor in some travel, and one morning this farmer will come home to a riot of weeds in the garden and fruit rotting on the vine.