** Top edit, 8/2/17 – I stand by everything that I have written below, although after calm reflection it appears there may still be a solution in the works. I have decided to give things a few more weeks to shake out, but farming happens on a time table, and there ain’t no such thing as making up for lost time on the farm. If things are not crystal clear in short order, I’m going to have to hurry up and figure out what my farm plans are going to look like for next year, because next year is gonna be too late to ponder what I want that to look like. And, go.. **
I have never put a lot of stock in the old saw that “it doesn’t hurt to ask.” If the answer is “no”, it probably just hurt to ask. You’ve just allowed for “no” as an outcome that you’re willing to accept, and set a precedent for “no” as the default outcome for all future asks. Sometimes, it’s better to just get shit done and take responsibility for the consequences. Act now, apologize later. So long as no one is getting hurt, and no laws are getting broken, you’re probably better off just taking the initiative, especially when permission is just a formality.
I’ve grown increasingly frustrated this year with an effort that I’ve been involved with, which I’m going to quit calling out by name. I’m not deleting old posts and any ape intelligent enough to use the interwebz will be able to scroll back and figure out what I’m talking about, but this is my blog and this is where I go to discuss my successes and failures. My failure this time, if it is one, was investing a great deal of effort and some amount of money where I knew there was very little chance of payout. I made a calculated risk because I saw enormous potential, and I knew that a great opportunity was just sitting there neglected, waiting for someone with a plan to come along. I don’t necessarily regret my involvement. There comes a time, though, to cut your losses and focus your attention elsewhere. Farming especially is about the bottom line, and I just don’t see any possibility of any actual farming happening where I’ve been spending my time. Maybe the culture will shift, and maybe some personnel will change, and if the winds look favorable I might give it another go, but in the meanwhile, I’ve got actual work to do. One thing that’s for damn sure is that I’m not going to become a better farmer by just writing about it. Sooner or later, someone’s got to get their hands dirty.
There’s plenty of potential lying around my own city block waiting to get realized. The steaks are smaller here, and there’s still plenty of bureaucratic hurdles to deal with. I’m not running a few hundred chickens in East Garfield Park (those damn laws again), but I can get real work done here and quantify actual results. It’s one thing to count your chickens before they hatch, but if you’re not even growing any chickens, well, maybe it’s time to come up with another plan. I can just barely make room for a late season harvest if I get to work right away, so who wants to bet what I’m going to do next? Stay tuned for more rock and roll..