I drafted up a post on my goals for 2013 but never hit the “publish” button. Oh well, most of them got done anyway. We have a hoop house, the new orchard (on the rechristened “Bluebird Parcel”) is fenced, the wood stove is in, we have goats. And only one tree died, the one that accidentally got mowed over in an unfortunate incident with the Grillo that shall not be mentioned nor repeated again.
Putting stuff like targets and goals out in the world works. Nothing like using fear of public shame as a motivator. That may be shallow, but true. Here are the big ones for 2014.
- Finish the permaculture design for the Bluebird Parcel
- Plant and water the new trees
- Build two more sheet mulch beds
- Raise a gaggle of geese and a bunch of meat chickens
- Plant the hoophouse in time for winter veg
- Go to CiderCon2014
- Intern at two or three cider operations during the pressing season
- Sell something at our farmers’ market
- Start harvesting rain water from our roof with gutters directed toward some useful location
- Build an outdoor pizza oven
- Install and plant an arbor on the west side of the bunkhouse to give some afternoon shade
- Paint the front door
- Make 20 lbs of cheese
- Learn 10 local wildflowers
- Start a monthly photo series
- Hike more trails and do more hammock tending
That last one is for R. He sees these lists and thinks I forget he needs time to do actual bill-paying work. The list seems like a lot of jobs, but most of them we can bang out in a weekend and/or have fun doing together. Kind of like a random date afternoon with shovels. Actually, I think it will be easier than last year, if (and it’s a big if) the watering doesn’t kill us. That’s the one I am most worried about, and the one I can do the least about. A huge injection of money could solve it, but that’s not going to happen. Instead, I may be hauling water all summer, and if that is what it takes to give those trees a good start, then I get a mulligan on everything else until 2015.
P.S. Thank you for your kind words and comments about Mango. We are all adjusting as best we can, including Slate. Her quiet, constant presence in our day-to-day goings-on may not have been as demanding or comical as her brother’s; but it is a different dance, learning to be three bodies instead of four. We are figuring it out as best we can.