And I am told that some areas close by have received up to 6 inches of rain.
And this is nothing on the poor flooded streets of my sweet Galveston.
We expect another inch today. I have shifted the three pigs. Their whole field is a mire. I am also considering bringing the last two fat hogs from down the back, into the barn. So far their houses are still dry but I am not sure how long that will last. The waters are rising.
You will remember that this land is very low geographically and until the ancestors drained it they were surrounded in deep swamp. I think that this land will be returned to swamp in the next half century.
The fields are tilled but this rain will hold up the wheat planting. And after this past spring’s lesson; there are no guarantees that a crop will even get in let alone grow healthy and get harvested.
But my small scale farming proceeds quite nicely.
We all try to leave a place better off than when we found it. And so far I am pleased with the sustainable improvements we have achieved here. Who ever lives here after I am gone has a sensible infrastructure and sustainable systems in place, to grow their own food and make a living from the land. The next generation is now learning how to farm the land he will inherit; organically.
It is not my land – all John’s family land – but still it is important to me that he and his sons have the tools and information to manage the land properly, cleanly and simply, naturally and sustainably in our challenging modern world with its challenging changing climate.
I am working towards a plan with my own children to begin teaching my own young family in New Zealand the same lessons I am learning here. How to grow your own food. Just as soon as we find a patch of land. I hope I have enough time to do all this.
Food farming on two different continents! That is a pretty big plan on a very small scale.
A lot of the answers for living in this changing climate will come from the young designers. Architects. Scientists. Inventors. We need to adapt as peoples move from the burnt out landscapes to the wetter ones in search of food. We need to stop moaning and marching and get building and drawing the plans. And while we are at it better start designing farm boots for wide flat web feet! There is plenty of room out here as long as you don’t mind mud.
I have a plan. And a list. Objectives. Dreams and reality.
What is your plan?