As the last birds cross over the farm, the winter winds numbs the crops, causing them to stop growing as if frozen in time. Most of the plants are dead and opportunistic weeds begin to grow around the residues of last years harvest. Winter is a sad time. It is as if the winter witch has cast her spell. The darkness is long and the light hours diminish quickly.
Finding the days so short and cold, I retreat inside, not to slumber like the sleepy bear, but to think of the year gone by. Of my many memories, I recall the farm being overwhelmed with all kinds of weeds, from bermuda to johnsongrass, they choked out all the plants, that had been so carefully brought up.
This could well have been an appropriate moment to despair. Instead, we looked upon it as an opportunity to improve our methods. First, we looked at ways to cultivate more effectively. This included buying a few cultivating hoes and reevaluating our plant spacing. Having good tools, helped us stay motivated, while having wider plant spacing made the job a lot more pleasant and less stressful.
We also devised a cultivating schedule, to make sure no part of the garden was left untended. When one has a good schedule in place, it makes objectives much easier to accomplish, especially if it divides the tasks into much smaller tasks. This is still an area that we can improve, but experiencing the lack of an effective schedule has shown us how imperative it is.
All being said and done, what an adventure this year has been! But all adventures have their moments of joy and moments of sorrow. I think of all the trials, the strife and frustrations with the unknown. These seeming curses were in fact a blessing in disguise and this realization transforms them into some of the greatest opportunities.