I’m slowly but surely growing into an old man. When I was a young man, though, and we would visit family in Tennessee, I thought the country up there was beautiful, but boring. I couldn’t imagine being a farmer, getting my hands dirty constantly, making a meager living, out in the hot sun daily. It just didn’t make any sense to me. It’s not that I was hatching any great career strategies in my mind, but I was sure farming wasn’t for me. In the years to come, I still didn’t give it any thought, even though I wasn’t exactly flying up the printing industry hierarchy which is the career I did choose in my early twenties. I ran a printing press for 39 years, and through my own mistakes, don’t really have anything to show for it. I couldn’t wait to get out of that business.
A couple of years ago, a friend posted on Facebook that he was about to head over to Nigeria to help implement a system of farming called Aquaponics. I had never heard of it, so I ask him to elaborate. Once he explained how people raise fish to use their waste to to provide the nutrients for vegetable and fruit plants which then clean the water to be recycled back to the fish, I was fascinated. I researched it and eventually tried it. I wasn’t very successful. I was very disappointed. When all my fish died, I decided to continue on with Hydroponics because I still believe in the process of growing fruits and vegetables inside so I can control the atmosphere thereby being able to grow what ever I want any time of the year. I drink iced tea year round, so I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t be able to eat watermelon and cantaloupe in the winter time as well as have all the lettuce and spinach I can stand in the summer. So, oddly enough, farming has become my passion.
I am not a natural grower. Plants occasionally labor to excel under my care. So, given the difficulty I’ve had, I assume there are others like me and I am always willing and happy to pass on any knowledge I have to help anyone, especially those struggling to achieve the results they are expecting. It ain’t all the garden of eden. Feel free to comment if your opinion varies from mine or ask questions if you need to know. If I don’t know the answer, I will certainly find someone who does. In closing, I hope you enjoy my blog.