Ah, the final post of my week-long moratorium on making fun of my husband — I have thought long and hard about what I should write about. Should I talk about his massive potato head collection which at this point must number near 50? Alas, no, if I did that I would no doubt fall into Xandy ridicule. Should I talk about all of the cool mugs that he has brought back for me from his yearly family camping trip up north? (This year’s was especially cool — the front of the mug reads “Population Not Many: Kokadjo, Maine.”) No, I think I’ll save that discussion for a time when I can talk about it without an air of jealousy.
I think that this last day of praise will be instead about something new that my husband was able to bring to the farm: his grant-writing ability. Having trained in nonprofits, my husband became keenly aware of the amount of help that is available to farmers. With a little research he has been able to find grants to among other things rewire the barn, create a watering system in our upper pasture, build a road to that pasture, construct the bridge that is now being covered, and create the following augmentation to the farm:
I would be remiss to mention that his initial foray into the grant-world of farmers has led him to his current position working for the federal government doing something that he loves — helping other farmers create more sustainable environmental practices on their own farms. If he has to work off the farm, this is the best job that I can imagine for him.
Thanks so much for joining me for the week. Come back in a few days where I’ll tell about my four days of running the farm. I am still exhausted!