Forgive my spotty correspondence this last week. I have been variously engaged in a host of farm, family, and friend business, to wit..
- Learning the baroque technical realities of video security surveillance. The farm is now quilted with a broad array of 4K cameras, and some of them can “PTZ” (Pan, Tilt Zoom) right onto a strawberry (or a license plate) from THOUSANDS of feet away. That’s all fascinating, of course, but programming the master console creates a propeller-head fog, slightly at odds with this pastoral 18th century vibe I like to cultivate around here. (“How stands the cause of liberty, Mr. Henry?” “What? Oh. What? Good! Yes, good, but I’m trying to figure the “alarm out” settings on the NVR IP log-in.”)
- Your brand, embroidered: I purchased a Land’s End oxford cloth, button down shirt a few weeks ago with the Riley’s Farm logo, embroidered in deep red and white above the left breast pocket. When I wear civilian clothes on the farm and people don’t know who I am, my habit of asking “how’s the chicken pot pie?” can be unsettling. (“Who is this stranger asking about my meal?”) I decided, on days when I’m not an 18th century justice of the peace, I need some Riley’s Farm branding. I thought the button down shirt would just be an old guy’s choice of clothing, but some of the young bucks and does wanted one, and since then I’ve been OBSESSED with branding every conceivable textile product in the catalog.
- Covid Prep: Mary and I have had a few dear friends hospitalized by the Commie virus (prayers appreciated) and we spent some time gathering up our Front Line Doctors home treatment supplies.
- Jim: “I’ve never really been anti Big Pharma, but–“
- Mary: “I have. I worked for them. None of the kids got gratuitous antibiotics or vaccines unless they needed them.”
- Jim: “Right, right, it’s just that I’m having trouble believing people would shoot crap into peoples’ arms, for money, unless–“
- Mary: “Jim?? Your mother lived to 96 on bee pollen and whole grain bread.”
- Jim: “Right. Don Lemon is calling a Noble prize winning drug ‘horse de-wormer.’
- Mary: “Well, there you go.. I scored us a nebulizer and IVERMECTIN, dear.”
- Samsung S21 Ultra tomfoolery: See the moon and staircase pictures below. It is INSANE what kind of pictures you can take with your cell phone these days.
- Lettuce and Strawberries: We are setting up a green house and an LED growing center. See Mario at work below. This purchase got me in big trouble with certain, extremely close members of my family, but I want to have something FRESH to sell you when you come up here in February. I’m not a great cook, but I make a pretty mean omelette (see below) and I have a new obsession with the ultimate hamburger — featuring lettuce and tomatoes grown right here.
- The future of Old Oak Glen: My brother, Scott, who–years ago–was roundly condemned and ridiculed (Scott’s “Fantasy Farm”) for dreaming up the idea of period characters, wearing period clothing, harvesting period crops, playing period music, is now trying to create a geographic, themed community, with crowd-funding to build the cottages, dance halls, chapels, and period craft production that would draw people from around the world to experience what — getting misty now — I get to experience every day. It’s difficult work fighting about paradise, and hammering out the details, but someone has to do it.
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