Heck, if we throw in the forecast food shortages resulting from the Grand Solar Minimum, I can only thank my lucky stars that I chose to farm! I never thought I’d hear myself say that but every season brings an opportunity to try something new. We pay attention to which way the wind blows and try to prepare for life’s surprises. Never did I have any interest in sports anyway so I can’t say I’m going to miss them as I’m too busy getting things ready for this year’s broiler chickens to concern myself with that. My NBA addict (Janice) has resigned herself to getting an early start on high tunnel crop plantings. We’re enjoying farm-fresh salads already!

March weather has been wonderfully mild this year so I figured I’d build a new brooder while I wait for that early morning call from our postmaster. ‘Social distancing’ is another name for farming; There are so many things to keep us occupied at this time of year there’s just no time or reason to be concerned about the outcome of any of the leading MSM headlines. Being quarantined to the farm is a blessing in disguise as there’s only so many hours in a day to complete our chores and socializing, though a nice chance to rest, cuts into it. Food is not an issue on a farm and that fact reminds me of a phrase an old friend often repeated: “Don’t prepare to just survive, prepare to not notice”.

Two more weeks until the goats freshen and all the bottle feedings commence in earnest. Then it starts all over again… cheese making, haying, cutting and stacking firewood, preserving this years crops and celebrating Gods provision. If you haven’t figured it out yet, we have no control over circumstances, but total control over our attitude!