“Every year you’ll want to do something different from the previous, and you’ll never figure it all out.” These were the profound and slightly discouraging words that Mary Ann Rutt offered me during our first planning meeting in January of 2015. Having just accepted the rather daunting job of running Plum Creek Farm, I mistakenly
In my previous post, I told you a bit about the genesis of Plum Creek Farm. Now I want to share how I began my journey into farming.
It all began on the outskirts of Lititz on the Nolt family farm, fattening steers and raising tobacco.
(No judgement please, who knew that stuff was bad for you?)
I knew I had a knack for farm management when, at the tender age of 13, after the steers got out due to a misplaced firecracker, I quickly accessed the situation, chose a clear plan for action, and executed it. Now, the fact that my plan involved pointing a finger at my closest brother as Pops was bearing down on us is not something we need to dwell on here. The point is, I can swiftly cobble together a plan of action under less-than-ideal circumstances. It’s a handy little gadget to have in a farmer’s toolbox.
Greetings to all who find their way to this post.
With our little market set to open for the summer and with a website that needs some additional content I thought, what better way to give you, our dear and valued customer, a peak behind the goings-on at Plum Creek Farm.
Now would be a great time to warn you that this — and any future posts — will undoubtedly also give you a glimpse into the inner workings of my mind. My hope is that you won’t hold this against the farm, the market or, most importantly, our fine staff.
With that serving as a sufficient disclaimer, I should tell you a bit about how Plum Creek Farm came to be…