A snow day for the kids meant that they got to feed the fire and fold the clothes while I worked on mounds of paperwork.
I think I dreamed of the garden last night. My body is hungry for exercise. I want to get out and plant cover crops and spread manure. But instead, I separated piles of receipts and bank statements and other tax stuff to begin getting ready to go to an accountant. Paid bills. Got a headache.
Why is it necessary to deal with paperwork? Are there any farmers out there who are naturally inclined to business organization? I would rather dig out the barn, weed the garden, butcher chickens and haul hay any day.
Nevertheless, I said thank you to God as I worked on all this boring stuff, grateful to have my own business that helps pay the bills so we can live on this farm. It seems like a miracle that we have been able to survive. A miracle and a testimony of the power of living in generous community.
And irony of ironies, before you know it, I will be dying for a day to sit inside and take care of paperwork, in order to take a break from the break-breaking agenda of springtime on the farm!