The Perma Life

I have a not so secret wish to be a farmer. I don’t have any grand romantic notions of the farming life…I know it is a hard life where you are at the mercy of everything and everyone…the weather, the consumer, the goverment, ag policy, Monsanto. All the same, I can’t think of anything more enjoyable than working in the dirt. There is something so magical about the concept of putting a dry little seed in the earth and getting back a watermelon or a pumpkin. What a concept! In my current urban setting, a full fledged farm is out of the question, but idea of growing for (a tiny) profit has always sounded fun.

Now, I think I might have my chance. There is a new open air market opening in a neighboring town that is looking for local vendors. The Windmill Market will have a wind generator, grey water system and demonstration gardens. Sounds like my kind of place. I went to the vendors meeting a few days ago and I think I might take the plunge.

What will I sell? Herbs. All herbs all the time. I am busy preparing my backyard greenhouse for herb propagation and I have to say I am really excited. I don’t really know what I am doing, but I figure I will learn as I go. Anyone have any advice or ther words of wisdom? How about a name? Every herb farmer has to have a name.

Stay tuned…