Caution and negative feelings turned into strategy.
Conducting a personal inventory on what I had in my possession turned into talks, workshops, and mulberry trees for sale. HogTree is a diversified orchard system designed and synched to the rotation and feeding of livestock while also growing commercial process fruit. Now imagine many paddocks incrementally dropping fruit from May through November. I have mulberry cultivars that will drop fruit from May through July.
I have around 30 apple cultivars that, when put in order, will drop fruit from late June through November. I have special genetics gathered from notable Quaker horticulturalists like J. In essence, HogTree is a practical arboretum designed to preserve rare or otherwise unwanted cultivars in order to feed livestock…and more. Why would you design an orchard to feed livestock?
I also want to incorporate an income stream which will help manage the orchard throughout its lifetime. What about the second layer? Interspersed within these paddocks in inventive ways are cultivars which grow well for me in this area and have a high quality in value-added markets. These fruits will be mostly managed by livestock with a few steps of intervention coming from humans.
My fruit will go towards producing products with a positive and aware message. Before I go to the next layer, I also need to put out a disclaimer. When I first got into apples, I wanted to grow alllll the varieties. Is there a third layer? Yes, the nursery layer. Both were championed by J. I sold newly grafted trees in January, which are shipping out now, but this coming winter I will be selling hundreds more as foot tall trees. HogTree is an orchard system. Helping people to learn from my mistakes.
U-Pick If you have a system designed to efficiently rotate livestock through, humans are no different. What do I have right now? I have an 8 month lease on 10 acres in Loudoun County, Northern Virginia. He is a passionate wealth of information and all of his pigs are from pasture genetics, so they contain the necessary gut biome to raise them in an orchard-in-the-making setting.
With that said, this timeline is how I currently predict HogTree will be developed in the next few years:. This is also a trial run for a long-term lease with the landowner. HogTree the nursery sells mulberry trees online. If pig year 1 pans out, otherwise repeat yr 1 on new piece of property , I will be planting fodder trees and fruit tree rootstock. These trees will be harvested annually starting in year 3.
HogTree continues to sell mulberries online. The fruit tree rootstocks will be topworked grafted. In addition to pasture, the pigs will be eating tree fodder and early season mulberry fruit by this point. HogTree sells summer apples and mulberry trees online. Pigs will hopefully start to taste their first apples off some trees.
They will continue to eat pasture and leaf fodder from the trees. The full gamut of fruit trees will be available through HogTree. Harvests for process fruits will begin. Please consider buying pork from me if you want to see HogTree set this orchard system into motion. Click here to get on the waiting list! I did this nearly every day, opening it up to a random page and reading the contents- sort of like one would with a daily calendar.
In her self-published book, Apples: My dad named the tree after my mother. I then tried to find her address online and noticed her place was for sale. With that, I vowed to go and see her as soon as I could. When the door opened, I told her that I was here because of apples, and she let me in without hesitation. This is, of course, an exaggeration.. Before she became a fruit hunter, Joyce worked for a retired army general for 22 years and that experience taught her organizational skills beyond what most people consider to be proficient.
She was an ambitious soul, where after a full day at work, she would stay up until 2 am every night, working on an over-the-mail business management correspondent course. Joyce finished this two year course in 6 months. She was never married, having chosen to take care of her younger sister instead. The years of stress involved in taking care of her sister had taken a toll on her nervous system and by , she had developed tremors in her hands and neck. Shortly before I had visited, her sister was put into an assisted living facility because Joyce was no longer able to care for her properly.
Since then, things seemed to be looking up for Joyce. Her tremors had greatly improved and she was once again able to write her name using a pen and paper. Aside from the phone, her primary method of communication was through email. She was incredibly computer savvy for her age. I watched for a long while, waiting for the slide show to end, but it kept going. Hundreds of pictures of apples, many of which she had taken. Only a few of them were labeled on the screen saver, yet she knew every one of them by heart.
Her Brother drove a truck under the tree so he could reach up there and take cuttings for Joyce to graft. My Red Rebel is not Rebel! Now you gotta get White Buckingham from Tom Brown. Bigger than Gloria Mundi. She got so excited watching that slide show with me and calling out the names. She could watch it for hours on end, reminiscing about the flavors and growth habits and the hunt for each. In , She ordered a grafting kit from Stark Brothers and got Jim Lawson to sell her 10 rootstock m7 she thought.
She went by the directions in the grafting manual sent from Stark Brothers, and all 10 of them took. From there, a nursery business was born. January 14th, Joyce got her nursery license from the State of Alabama. She told me how lucky she was to have received her nursery license. Joyce arrived to Brannon nursery expecting to meet with old Mr. Brannon, but to her surprise and delight, it was Mrs. Brannon who ran the nursery! It turned out that Mrs. Brannon was a school teacher who hated and subsequently quit her job. She wanted to be outside, working with trees, so she applied for a nursery license from the State of Alabama in They denied her a license because she was a woman.
Joyce would go on to tell me about how Mrs.
In rare circumstances, it is lawful for employers to base hiring decisions on protected class information if it is considered a Bona Fide Occupational Qualification , that is, if it is a "qualification reasonably necessary to the normal operation of the particular business. By applicants emphasizing similarities between them and the interviewer this leads to a higher Person-organization fit perceptions by the interviewer. Many of these apples are very cold hardy, so you Northern folks adjust to your own climate using common cultivars like Macintosh to guide you. Then I pair you up and send you to a bradford pear sector to get your graft on. Ich sterbe "I'm dying". Give it plenty of sunshine.
Brannon root grafted her apple trees the only method she used. In December, she would take 3 or 4 inches of a root off an apple tree and then graft the scionwood to it. Brannon died a couple years after Joyce found her, and she wished she could have asked her more questions. They were always planted in pots, and people had to come to her.
Never once did she ship a tree. She told me that on rare occasion, people would come to her with only enough money to buy one tree, not knowing that it needed a pollenator. Joyce would then go and find the most obscure variety she had that was a compatible pollination partner, and would sell it to them for next to nothing. She retired her nursery business in the spring of , though her nursery sign was still hanging in when I went back to visit her with my friends Pete Halupka, Lindsay Whitaker, and Pete Walton.
Turns out, Joyce loved selfies. Here we are, eating apples from her orchard. The apple world has lost one amazing fruit hunter and nurserywoman. Learn how to describe a variety. Learn that for your own use. Somebody down the road might be different from me. And the cultural processes have a lot to do with it. A lot to do with it. My American roommate was shocked by me.
She asked where I had learned to speak English so well, and was confused when I said that Nigeria happened to have English as its official language. She asked if she could listen to what she called my "tribal music," and was consequently very disappointed when I produced my tape of Mariah Carey. What struck me was this: She had felt sorry for me even before she saw me.
Her default position toward me, as an African, was a kind of patronizing, well-meaning pity. My roommate had a single story of Africa: In this single story, there was no possibility of Africans being similar to her in any way, no possibility of feelings more complex than pity, no possibility of a connection as human equals. I must say that before I went to the U. But in the U. Never mind that I knew nothing about places like Namibia. But I did come to embrace this new identity, and in many ways I think of myself now as African.
Although I still get quite irritable when Africa is referred to as a country, the most recent example being my otherwise wonderful flight from Lagos two days ago, in which there was an announcement on the Virgin flight about the charity work in "India, Africa and other countries. So, after I had spent some years in the U. If I had not grown up in Nigeria, and if all I knew about Africa were from popular images, I too would think that Africa was a place of beautiful landscapes, beautiful animals, and incomprehensible people, fighting senseless wars, dying of poverty and AIDS, unable to speak for themselves and waiting to be saved by a kind, white foreigner.
I would see Africans in the same way that I, as a child, had seen Fide's family. This single story of Africa ultimately comes, I think, from Western literature. Now, here is a quote from the writing of a London merchant called John Lok, who sailed to west Africa in and kept a fascinating account of his voyage. After referring to the black Africans as "beasts who have no houses," he writes, "They are also people without heads, having their mouth and eyes in their breasts.
Now, I've laughed every time I've read this. And one must admire the imagination of John Lok. But what is important about his writing is that it represents the beginning of a tradition of telling African stories in the West: A tradition of Sub-Saharan Africa as a place of negatives, of difference, of darkness, of people who, in the words of the wonderful poet Rudyard Kipling, are "half devil, half child. And so, I began to realize that my American roommate must have throughout her life seen and heard different versions of this single story, as had a professor, who once told me that my novel was not "authentically African.
In fact, I did not know what African authenticity was. The professor told me that my characters were too much like him, an educated and middle-class man. My characters drove cars. They were not starving. Therefore they were not authentically African. But I must quickly add that I too am just as guilty in the question of the single story.
A few years ago, I visited Mexico from the U. The political climate in the U. And, as often happens in America, immigration became synonymous with Mexicans. There were endless stories of Mexicans as people who were fleecing the healthcare system, sneaking across the border, being arrested at the border, that sort of thing. I remember walking around on my first day in Guadalajara, watching the people going to work, rolling up tortillas in the marketplace, smoking, laughing.
I remember first feeling slight surprise. And then, I was overwhelmed with shame. I realized that I had been so immersed in the media coverage of Mexicans that they had become one thing in my mind, the abject immigrant. I had bought into the single story of Mexicans and I could not have been more ashamed of myself. So that is how to create a single story, show a people as one thing, as only one thing, over and over again, and that is what they become. It is impossible to talk about the single story without talking about power. There is a word, an Igbo word, that I think about whenever I think about the power structures of the world, and it is "nkali.
How they are told, who tells them, when they're told, how many stories are told, are really dependent on power. Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person.
The Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti writes that if you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way to do it is to tell their story and to start with, "secondly. Start the story with the failure of the African state, and not with the colonial creation of the African state, and you have an entirely different story.
I recently spoke at a university where a student told me that it was such a shame that Nigerian men were physical abusers like the father character in my novel. I told him that I had just read a novel called "American Psycho" —. Chekhov later concluded that charity was not the answer, but that the government had a duty to finance humane treatment of the convicts. His findings were published in and as Ostrov Sakhalin The Island of Sakhalin , a work of social science, not literature. Chekhov's writing on Sakhalin is the subject of brief comment and analysis in Haruki Murakami 's novel 1Q In , Chekhov bought the small country estate of Melikhovo , about forty miles south of Moscow, where he lived with his family until As well as organising relief for victims of the famine and cholera outbreaks of , he went on to build three schools, a fire station, and a clinic, and to donate his medical services to peasants for miles around, despite frequent recurrences of his tuberculosis.
Mikhail Chekhov, a member of the household at Melikhovo, described the extent of his brother's medical commitments:. From the first day that Chekhov moved to Melikhovo, the sick began flocking to him from twenty miles around. They came on foot or were brought in carts, and often he was fetched to patients at a distance. Sometimes from early in the morning peasant women and children were standing before his door waiting.
Chekhov's expenditure on drugs was considerable, but the greatest cost was making journeys of several hours to visit the sick, which reduced his time for writing.
Chekhov visited the upper classes as well, recording in his notebook: The same ugly bodies and physical uncleanliness, the same toothless old age and disgusting death, as with market-women. In , Chekhov began writing his play The Seagull in a lodge he had built in the orchard at Melikhovo. In the two years since he had moved to the estate, he had refurbished the house, taken up agriculture and horticulture, tended the orchard and the pond, and planted many trees, which, according to Mikhail, he "looked after Like Colonel Vershinin in his Three Sisters , as he looked at them he dreamed of what they would be like in three or four hundred years.
Petersburg on 17 October , was a fiasco, as the play was booed by the audience, stinging Chekhov into renouncing the theatre. In March , Chekhov suffered a major haemorrhage of the lungs while on a visit to Moscow. With great difficulty he was persuaded to enter a clinic, where the doctors diagnosed tuberculosis on the upper part of his lungs and ordered a change in his manner of life.
After his father's death in , Chekhov bought a plot of land on the outskirts of Yalta and built a villa , into which he moved with his mother and sister the following year. Though he planted trees and flowers, kept dogs and tame cranes, and received guests such as Leo Tolstoy and Maxim Gorky , Chekhov was always relieved to leave his "hot Siberia " for Moscow or travels abroad.
He vowed to move to Taganrog as soon as a water supply was installed there. On 25 May , Chekhov married Olga Knipper quietly, owing to his horror of weddings. By all means I will be married if you wish it.
But on these conditions: I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, won't appear in my sky every day. The letter proved prophetic of Chekhov's marital arrangements with Olga: In , Olga suffered a miscarriage; and Donald Rayfield has offered evidence, based on the couple's letters, that conception may have occurred when Chekhov and Olga were apart, although Russian scholars have rejected that claim.
In Yalta, Chekhov wrote one of his most famous stories,  " The Lady with the Dog "  also translated from the Russian as "Lady with Lapdog" ,  which depicts what at first seems a casual liaison between a cynical married man and an unhappy married woman who meet while vacationing in Yalta. Neither expects anything lasting from the encounter. Unexpectedly though, they gradually fall deeply in love and end up risking scandal and the security of their family lives.
The story masterfully captures their feelings for each other, the inner transformation undergone by the disillusioned male protagonist as a result of falling deeply in love, and their inability to resolve the matter by either letting go of their families or of each other. By May , Chekhov was terminally ill with tuberculosis.
Mikhail Chekhov recalled that "everyone who saw him secretly thought the end was not far off, but the nearer [he] was to the end, the less he seemed to realise it. In his last letter, he complained about the way German women dressed. Chekhov's death has become one of "the great set pieces of literary history,"  retold, embroidered, and fictionalised many times since, notably in the short story "Errand" by Raymond Carver.
In , Olga wrote this account of her husband's last moments:. Anton sat up unusually straight and said loudly and clearly although he knew almost no German: Ich sterbe "I'm dying". The doctor calmed him, took a syringe, gave him an injection of camphor , and ordered champagne. Anton took a full glass, examined it, smiled at me and said: Chekhov's body was transported to Moscow in a refrigerated railway car meant for oysters , a detail that offended Gorky.
A few months before he died, Chekhov told the writer Ivan Bunin that he thought people might go on reading his writings for seven years. I've got six years to live. Chekhov's posthumous reputation greatly exceeded his expectations. The ovations for the play The Cherry Orchard in the year of his death served to demonstrate the Russian public's acclaim for the writer, which placed him second in literary celebrity only to Tolstoy , who outlived him by six years.
Tolstoy was an early admirer of Chekhov's short stories and had a series that he deemed "first quality" and "second quality" bound into a book. In the first category were: In Chekhov's lifetime, British and Irish critics generally did not find his work pleasing; E. Dillon thought "the effect on the reader of Chekhov's tales was repulsion at the gallery of human waste represented by his fickle, spineless, drifting people" and R. Long said "Chekhov's characters were repugnant, and that Chekhov reveled in stripping the last rags of dignity from the human soul".
Mirsky , who lived in England, explained Chekhov's popularity in that country by his "unusually complete rejection of what we may call the heroic values. The character of Lopakhin, for example, was reinvented as a hero of the new order, rising from a modest background so as eventually to possess the gentry's estates. One of the first non-Russians to praise Chekhov's plays was George Bernard Shaw , who subtitled his Heartbreak House "A Fantasia in the Russian Manner on English Themes," and pointed out similarities between the predicament of the British landed class and that of their Russian counterparts as depicted by Chekhov: In the United States, Chekhov's reputation began its rise slightly later, partly through the influence of Stanislavski's system of acting, with its notion of subtext: In turn, Strasberg's Actors Studio and the "Method" acting approach influenced many actors, including Marlon Brando and Robert De Niro , though by then the Chekhov tradition may have been distorted by a preoccupation with realism.
One of Anton's nephews, Michael Chekhov would also contribute heavily to modern theatre, particularly through his unique acting methods which developed Stanislavski's ideas further. Despite Chekhov's reputation as a playwright, William Boyd asserts that his short stories represent the greater achievement. Chekhov's stories are as wonderful and necessary now as when they first appeared. It is not only the immense number of stories he wrote—for few, if any, writers have ever done more—it is the awesome frequency with which he produced masterpieces, stories that shrive us as well as delight and move us, that lay bare our emotions in ways only true art can accomplish.
Ernest Hemingway , another writer influenced by Chekhov, was more grudging: But he was an amateur writer. For the writer William Boyd , Chekhov's historical accomplishment was to abandon what William Gerhardie called the "event plot" for something more "blurred, interrupted, mauled or otherwise tampered with by life. But is it the end, we ask? We have rather the feeling that we have overrun our signals; or it is as if a tune had stopped short without the expected chords to close it. These stories are inconclusive, we say, and proceed to frame a criticism based upon the assumption that stories ought to conclude in a way that we recognise.