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I quit.

 …no, not really, although I truly wanted to over, and over again.

As you can imagine, going out of town or on vacation is no easy feat for farmers with crops or livestock.  We can’t exactly kennel a flock of chickens, and relying on a neighbor to water our fields is a helluva lot different than asking them to just tend to a couple house plants.  I know many farmers who wait to schedule trips until the wintertime, when life on a farm is significantly less busy.  However, sometimes vacations can’t wait.

Justin and his family recently traveled out of town to visit other relatives for a whopping five days, leaving me (and a couple saintly interns) in charge of the survival of our plants and animals.  And holy hell, was it exhausting.

Worrying about keeping up with Justin’s chores while trying to maintain my 8-5 day job was a losing battle.  A half day off here and there turned into complete days off from work at the office, while I recuperated from possible heat stroke and tried coping with my new (albeit temporary) sunup to sundown lifestyle.  One night, for example, I was working outside until well after 11pm, harvesting and washing produce, only to wake the next morning at 4am to tend to the animals and get our CSA shares ready for the day.

To top it all off, nearly each day Justin was gone, there was some sort of drama at the farm:  kids with rifles trespassing claiming they were hunting squirrels, broken chicken tractors that required repair to keep them predator-proof, giant gashes in our water hose that needed to be mended.   A new day, a new ordeal.

Combine everything above with a sweltering heat wave, and it made the difficulty of even the most mundane task completely unbearable.

When Justin finally returned from his trip and I showered him with praise, having established a new appreciation for the tremendous hard work he does each and every day, rain or shine.

With him back in town, and our routines back to normal, merely living my life feels like a vacation.






“I’m half of YellowTree Farm, an urban homestead that I founded with my husband in late 2008.  Together, we grow vegetables and raise animals on less than 1/10 of an acre in St. Louis, Missouri.  I don’t have children.  I have animals, which is kind of the same thing as being a parent, except I eat my babies.”


2 Responses to “HOMEGROWN Life: I Quit”

  1. EEEK! Albeit on a much smaller scale I’ve been there. We also both work full time. I never realized how much we actually did every day until my husband and stepson went on a camping trip leaving me to take care of everyone and everything. Suffice it to say, the goats didn’t get milked (fortunately we have kids on them still so we didn’t risk losing production when they got back). Next time they go on an extended trip I may just take vacation time at work so I can keep up with all the chores while they are gone.

  2. I have done some farm sitting in the past and it is a tremendous amount of work. Which always tells me that farmers really need a vacation now and again.

    Even urban homesteaders have trouble leaving their homes for a vacation. Who will water my gardens, pick the produce, do the dehydrating, clean up after the hens, gather the eggs and run the small business while I am gone. I have tried using family members but that is only as good as the family member is energetic and knowledgeable about how to do stuff. Am in the process of making a good directions sheet for what to do so I can go look at land for a couple of days. Tough choices for sure.

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