The Money

DSC_0874Ok. So, I want to share some of the disappointments and victories from our undertakings this summer. I want to share some of the realities of the financial end of starting some temporary and small farming enterprises. I will try to make it concise and helpful. And if you want more information you can let me know.

Tony and I have “wwoofed” or helped on over two dozen farms all over the world. We did, after all, fall in love while sorting freshly pulped coffee beans at a remote farm in Nepal. After several years of learning and helping on farms we didn’t own, we decided we needed to head down the road of finding something we could take more ownership of. We want our own land, but are still figuring out exactly where that might be and how to afford it. But in the meantime, we sought a situation where we would still be on someone else’s land, but take full ownership and responsibility of our time, enterprises, and income.

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more photos from our Mastodon summer

Now that it is winter, I thought I would post photos from the summer. We certainly didn’t have much time for posting on blogs when there were tomatoes to harvest, but now that the snow is flying we have a little time on our hands. I (Emily) am leaving for Europe in about a week for a couple of months to work on a few small organic farms in the UK with my sister and niece. Before it is too late I’d like to share some of the lessons we learned from this last summer. I spent a number of days making detailed records of each enterprise we had this summer and came up with some numbers that I’d like to share with you all. But first, here are some photos!

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our tomato tunnel

Here is our tomato tunnel in full swing! We could hardly keep up with the harvesting and many of the tomatoes ended up as animal feed. We had always wanted to have too many tomatoes and it was fantastic! We were able to can to our hearts content, sell tomatoes at a reasonable price (well, a little too reasonable), and eat them for weeks!

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