The Year of the Pig

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

-T.S. Eliot

I want some pigs, I really do. Just a couple, just to suss out that whole situation, to see what it’s like, to see what it takes, and to stock up the freezer with some delicious pork chops, sausages and bacon raised by my hands and watchful gaze. I love the idea of adding a hog enterprise to my operation, as they are relatively low maintenance, have a relatively quick turnaround as the generally mature to slaughter weight at about six months, and everyone I know that works with pigs absolutely love them. Everyone except my sister, Bree, who at one time raised a pig named Mabel. Mabel for the table, she said. I guess Mabel was kind of mean, and my sister hated Mabel. I never met Mabel personally, but I did get to enjoy a delicious Mabel ham when I went to visit Bree in Olympia when I was sixteen. That was almost half my life ago now. Wow. Her daughters were just toddlers then, and now one is twenty and the other is as old as I was on that trip. Crazy. Anyway, my better judgement tells me I shouldn’t get pigs this year, that I should put all my focus on building my vegetable enterprise, my bread and butter, here on this new land before I add anything else into the mix. My better judgement tells me I need to pump the brakes and get one enterprise sorted before letting my lofty aspirations get the better of me. My better judgement is probably right, but my better judgement may lose out on this one. How much could two pigs get in the way, anyway?

I’ve been going full bore since the New Year! Well, since the day after New Years day, that is. I’ve been following through on the morning routine I’ve committed to, though I’ve been feeling a bit of the low-carb-flu since adopting this Whole30 challenge. Getting back in the swing of things doesn’t happen automatically, either, so, if you’re like me and your re-committed-to routines are taking a little longer than they used to, be gracious to yourself and tell yourself that you’ll be back in fighting form in no time, as long as you keep going through the motions. Anyway, here at the farm, projects are still getting underway! The microgreen chamber in my basement is currently undergoing massive renovations, with lots of improvements to streamline that operation. My post harvest area is so close to being complete, too. Now I just need this damned rain to quit for a bit so I can do a little field work! The first seedlings of the season are going to be started in just a couple weeks, and there’s lots still to do to get ready! I’m pumped, I’m feeling good, and I know that if God is for me, who can be against me? This is going to be the best season Street Fare Farm has ever seen, and I can’t wait to share it with you! Stay tuned for an announcement for a field day soon to spread some compost!

I hope to see you all at the Piedmont Farmer’s Market on Winecoff School Rd. tomorrow from 9am til noon! I’ll be there with some Pea Shoots, Radish Shoots, Sunflower Shoots, Basil Shoots and, of course, the true stars, the free-roaming, woodlot-raised, non-GMO eggs, laid by Concord’s very own Street Fare Farm Cluckettes! These ladies have been working hard to get you folks their very best offerings of eggs, come out and show them your support!

I know I shouldn’t curse the rain, I’m just tired of the wet and soggy and soppy and grey. Much like Superman, whom I have much else in common with, I derive my power from the glorious sunshine. Sun, o’ Sun, where art thou, where are thy gleaming rays, where did thee go? Have a great weekend, and I’ll catch you on the flip!

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