Why does the Kubota look like a road grader?
I put it in the barn in the dark after picking squash.
I don’t think there are anymore revolutions left in it before something breaks off and it is belly-down in the mud like some sort of drug-fueled pond romper at a folk festival…
Tomorrow perhaps I can jack it up and beat all the components apart or into smaller pieces with the bludgeoning end of the splitting maul.
I can then order parts, and maybe pick up the hydraulic line for the very same tractor that I ordered last week…
Better throw in a couple of buckets of Hy-Tran, too…
I received a book in the mail today about a market gardener who farms without “heavy” machinery (the Kubota certainly ain’t heavy enough in the right places).
Seems a successful farm’s arsenal consists of hoes, a walking tractor and broadforks. Weeding has spilled over into unprofitable crops: no potatoes, winter squash or sweet corn are grown.
I suppose it would be an improvement to make decisions only based on efficiency, and $s.
Somehow, it just wouldn’t be the same.
I come from a long line of people who create problems for themselves, if only to complain bitterly.
I could buy in all our fertility with industrial-compost, and only raise things that have the best margins and are easy to produce.
I could make friends with the hoe.
I could haul all the farm machinery to the junkyard, and toss them the keys to the truck on the final load.
I could use the proceeds to buy thick-soled sandals, wool socks, and a cool bike with a rack.
I could buy my hay, or pay someone to bale hay on this land
(like that is going to happen…).
However, I would get bored.
I like to build things that sort-of work to “save money” and then buy the very thing I was trying to save money on…
I also like to waste time in the woods.
Wandering, cutting grapevines, and pondering all the things I could do with another 15 lifetimes really eats into the time I could be hoeing.
I seem to like to juggle equipment failure, animals, and marketing.
I drop the ball(s) pretty often.
Sometimes though, several are in the air at once, and it is pretty cool.
So I guess I’ll fix the Kubota, and grind some feed for the hogs on their way to the woods. I’ll move the cows, put the fence-defying turkeys back in, and try to dig some potatoes using a top-of-the-line rig…from 1954.
Hopefully our awesome customers/CSA members will keep coming back and allow this miracle of a hillside farm to continue plugging along, as we work to make the grass just a bit greener on our side of the fence.