Saturday before last was sorta like a day off for us. After doing the morning chores we drove to Floyd, which is our state’s mini version of Asheville, North Carolina. Along the way we dropped off some eggs, then drove over to Coles Hill to have a look at what may someday be the site of our neighborhood uranium mine. But most of the day was devoted to rest and relaxation.
Floyd is a funky little town in the mountains. There are a lot of gentle people there, who share our values. It was a nice place to spend a few hours. The visit has inspired me to try harder to cultivate a community of kindred souls here. Maybe this is the year we’ll get that started.
We felt it would be good for us to have a relaxing Saturday, as the next day was devoted to planning this year. We called it our annual White Flint leadership retreat. It was just me and Cherie, sitting at the kitchen table taking stock of where we are and making decisions about where we’re going. I don’t like number crunching, but it has to be done sometimes. Once crunched, our numbers weren’t pretty. It is no wonder that so many farms like ours don’t survive. But the numbers were significantly less ugly than they had been the year before and our honest projections for this year are even better. So we will press on, and that makes me happy.
We spent a lot of our time doing a seed inventory, ordering new seeds, planning gardens and dividing labor.
Yesterday the seeds arrived. Today we’ll reconvene our executive committee to have a look at them to confirm we got what we ordered. We’ll spend some time finishing up our brochure, planning our seed starts and taking care of some unfinished financial and tax stuff. We’re going to devote part of each Sunday this year to these kinds of administrative things.
We’re looking forward to being able to sit on the front porch while doing it.