Well. the restaurant is up and running, and life is turning it's blustery head towards the cold and damp days of winter. Which means...time to get the farm back in shape. In the stresses and all consuming needs of the restaurant the farm has fallen into deep disrepair. I swear the restaurant in it's birth is just as painful and needy as having a baby. There are barns and outbuildings that did not get their spring cleaning, fields that did not get maintained, fences down, and mountains of debris all over the place.
It has caused me a great deal of internal strife. To see my work over the past three years on the farm go down the tubes in one season. So much that I did seriously consider throwing in the towel on the farm. Moving. Finding a house in the suburbs and nursing my psychic wounds of what I have let happen.
That feeling lasted longer than I would have liked. That I actually considered(part of me still considering), giving up my dreams and work and research and learning over the past almost 7 years because of it. Am I actually going to let it beat me? Or am I going to buckle down and learn from my mistakes and get the farm back in shape?
Perhaps my own masochism, but I am leaning towards fixing the farm. Taking what I know, what I have learned overseas, my own training and knowledge I have recieved from my fellow doomers, homesteaders, naturalists, homemakers, and skilled tradespeople....and doing something with it. Branching off the concept of the restaurant as a place to enjoy and bring people together. Make Castle A Farms another place to gather and grow and learn and love.
I've got another hairbrained idea. Details to follow.
