So what happened to the business?

Nothing, and that’s the trouble of it. I learned—or relearned—several things about myself through trying to create a small business.

First, I learned that I don’t think like an entrepreneur, and I don’t really want to. Second, I learned that I may not have the talent, personality, or strengths needed to be a natural at being an active go-getter and driver of commerce. Meh, I say.


And “meh” is the root of the problem. I lacked the mental discipline to overcome those other things. I did nothing much, and nothing much was the fruit of my lack of labor.

It’s ok to not be an entrepreneur. But it’s not ok to go about life without discipline. Other things took priority, and that’s ok too. Things like making enough income to provide for my family. I became a staff member at my church, and that work took precedence. I worked at a startup for a person who is actually driven to be a good entrepreneur, and that took time.

Watson Abbey Farms isn’t dead though. It still represents everything about my faith, family, community, and ministry calling. I hope to homestead someday, and that starts with my backyard now, but I may never have a market garden and sell my produce at a farmers market. But I will make disciples through the work of the abbey, come hell or high water, as they say.

So thank you to my three customers, all from my church, who loved me and wanted me to succeed. The Ackermans, The Loves, and Randall. It means a lot to me I got to build a BackyardPantry for you.



A blog about reality

We have decided to start a blog and website for the farm so we can share all the mistakes and misadventures we make with everyone else. That’s reality; Not what is on Facebook or Instagram feeds (though we have those too). The dirt is real, and so is the ignorance of how to cultivate life from that dirt. That happened once a long time ago; I’m just trying to imitate it.

Case in point: I had a lovely and pristine raised bed of onions for just about a day. This afternoon after church I went out to inspect my 45 or so onion children in their new home, and instead discovered tracks, dug up rows, and a corner of the bed that had nearly been excavated. I had thought the wood-walled barrier would prevent any trespassing from the pack of dogs that share the house with us. While examining the tracks one of the dogs, a terrier-shepherd mix named Brandie, came up to say hi … right through the bed. A sharp command later and she had retreated while I made repairs. I think all the onions are accounted for, all the trenches have been filled, and hopefully no lasting damage has been done. Some frames I am going to use for cucumber trellises now serve as temporary fencing until I can go to the store for a more permanent solution.

All part of dominion. And living with five dogs. Yes. Five.