What happened to the farm?
The short answer is life and hard realizations. When we started this business we had high hopes of moving back to Texas, buying some acreage, and getting started on a market garden. However, when that was harder than we thought we decided to shift into consulting and home installations while we waited for land. Eventually, we did get a house on a large lot, but it became clear that without a drive and focus, we were looking at a homestead situation rather than a commercial one.
Do you still garden?
Yes! Right now I’m just doing small pots and containers, because I love the peace of puttering over my plants and watering them. We had established a large, multi-row garden and had some success with it, but in the middle of the season we had a baby, and between that and work stress, the garden got neglected and overrun with bermuda grass. So currently we are laying down cardboard and wood chips to start over. See the Back to Eden method of garden prep here. We approximate his bed prep when not using raised beds.
What is the future of Watson Abbey Farms?
Short answer: Dominion. We plan to homestead rather than do a market garden, but we want to do classes and seminars at some point. But it has always been the plan to make disciples through the work of the abbey’s garden plot. That will start with our son Sam, and move into blessing neighbors and such, building opportunities for relationship and sharing about Jesus. Among other things this site will document mission, exhort myself and others, and hopefully be full of content that drives the reader to stop and ponder for a moment.
What does “Awake! Put on strength!” mean?
That was the name of an old blog I had during college. I listened to something called the Revival Hymn which is a bunch of sound bites from sermons with the Last of the Mohican’s soundtrack in the background. It’s very moving, but not for everyone. The opening section references Isaiah 52:1-2, which says:
put on your strength, O Zion;
put on your beautiful garments,
O Jerusalem, the holy city;
for there shall no more come into you
the uncircumcised and the unclean.
2 Shake yourself from the dust and arise;
be seated, O Jerusalem;
loose the bonds from your neck,
O captive daughter of Zion.
A goal with this site is to be a ringing bell in the abbey tower, calling all to come and worship, to gather the harvest, and be protected from danger.
What is up with all the poetry you are posting?
You caught me. I heard it from somewhere that it was jokingly proposed Tolkien wrote the Lord of the Rings just so he had an acceptable place to publish all his poetry, because you cant nearly turn a page without running into a poem about elves and trees in those books. Likewise, perhaps I revived this site so I had a place for my creative writing.