Thursday, September 17, 2015

SO, WHY GARLIC?



Hello From Colgan Farms!


SO, WHY GARLIC??


Today is a beautiful day and as I ponder the purpose of this blog I find myself reflecting on my journey; not my "Life's Journey", but on the path that led to my decision to start a garlic farm.


As I said in "The Long Road Home,” it was the brainchild of friends I hadn’t seen in 25 years. I don't know why it took me so long to realize that farming was in my blood, but here I was chasing my proverbial tail, searching for my purpose, when all I had to do was sit still and look around me!!


I spent a lifetime trying to follow the adage, "Do what you love and the money will follow,” but arriving at the age of retirement and looking into the financial hole I’d dug, I realized that hadn't worked so well for me and I didn’t have a clue how to escape. A lifetime of working and I couldn’t afford to retire, so NOW I was motivated by money. Feeling guilty about putting money ahead of purpose, I decided I would just try to make enough to supplement my retirement income and once I retired, I would go back to the idea of "doing what I love."


SO, WHY GARLIC?? My quest for money began by looking for ways to capitalize on five acres of some of the best soil in Cayuga County. To this end, I started researching the broader topics of small scale farming, growing vegetables for profit, and organic farming. That quickly narrowed to a search for profitable plants which­ led me to ginseng, mushrooms and garlic.


With the goal of retiring in 2016, and hot on the trail of money, time was the key factor in eliminating ginseng. Initially, it looked like a good option: easy and profitable. But while intriguing, ­­it takes up to six years to harvest a first crop.


Then I looked at mushrooms which were very interesting but eliminated for a few good reasons: start up can be costly and heating my barn through the long cold winters of the northeast would be expensive. Also, mushrooms are labor intensive. Since they need to be taken to market fresh, harvesting is an on-going chore which would require steady marketing. Oh, and one small influential detail, I don’t really care for mushrooms. So moving on!


 My search then took me into the world of garlic. I was drawn to it immediately for several reasons.
  1. There's a market for organically grown, hardneck garlic. Many growers have already paved that path so stepping onto it, thanks to their efforts, looked relatively simple.  Garlic is harvested in July so when I started looking for seed in September for my startup venture I was surprised to find most of the suppliers were already sold out.
  2. The trend in "farm-to-table" among restaurants is gaining ground and there's a growing demand for organically grown produce.
  3. I don't know if it's garlic growers, organic farmers, or people living off the land and doing what they love, but farmers I talked to along the way were supportive and enthusiastic; “the more the merrier” was the general reaction. That said, while encouraging me to go for it, they also shared the pitfalls and hurdles; as with any new business, there are those.
  4. Did I mention that I love garlic?


 At every point, garlic, specifically organically grown hardneck garlic, looked like the answer:
  • Make a decent profit on one acre … check
  • Startup cost manageable … check
  • Grows best in a climate with long cold winters … check, check and check again!!!
  • Plant in the fall, harvest in July. Really? That means I can leave my garlic growing through these northeast winters and head to Myrtle Beach? Checkcheckcheck … say no more!


I think garlic farming is a bit like a new exercise program … too much too soon can have a negative impact. As I continued my research, I felt that surge of energy that comes with new beginnings: If I can run a quarter of a mile I can surely run 5! Right? Wrong!! A lot can go wrong and pretty soon you’re back on the couch with a torn Achilles! And so it is with starting a garlic farm, a lot can go wrong before you ever have the chance to get it right.


So with hours of research behind me I was at the starting line with a view of an acre of garlic at the finish line. I was confident that I could run this race, and anticipating retirement, I was ready to take the proverbial leap of faith. Sometimes, those leaps of faith are well grounded in wisdom and good advice, however, so my “leap” was more like a short step. 


My short term goal was clear: find a way to supplement my Social Security so I could retire in 2016. Initially, I was planning to launch this plan by planting an acre of garlic in my start-up year. In the end, however, I knew that my Garlic Gurus were right and I relied on the advice they offered:  GO SLOW! It’s a great crop and it can be profitable, BUT a lot can go wrong and you can lose a whole crop when it does. And so it is, with the help of family and friends, I planted 5150 cloves of garlic in the fall of 2014. That sounds like a lot but it was only 1/16th of an acre. And that doesn’t sound like much … but it is!


 I learned a lot in my 1/16th of an acre classroom:
  • Go slow,
  • A lot can go wrong,
  • Weather matters and you have no control,
  • Growing produce for market is HARD work,
  • People want to help you succeed,
  • Hardneck garlic is called “Gourmet” for a reason,
  • Seed for an acre of garlic is not cheap,
  • It takes as much time, money and effort to grow bad garlic as it does to grow good garlic!!


We, The Garlic Goddess and I, harvested our first crop in July. There was some loss but most of what was planted grew. I broke even on my start up investment by selling some of my harvest to a few local restaurants and to family and friends; the rest is being saved to use as seed. The goal is still to plant an acre of garlic but for now, small steps. This fall Colgan Farms will grow to ½ an acre. And The Garlic Goddess and I remain hopeful for retirement in 2016.


 


 













Saturday, June 13, 2015

Meet The Garlic Goddess

Hi, 

I am Gypsy Rose Colgan Mangan, Gypsy for short unless my mom gets mad at me then it's just GYPS, and then I know I'm in trouble. Of course, I knew I WOULD be when I ate the couch and the blue tooth, and a new pair of shoes. She sure was mad, but she forgived me; she always does. 

When my mom started researching the idea of a garlic farm it's all she talked about. She was so excited about returning to the land and farming and retiring (I think so she could spend more time with me) that her friends nicknamed her The Garlic Goddess. But she's a bit too modest to be referred to as a "Goddess"; ME? not so much, so she gave me the title. 

I'm really not a Goddess though, well, maybe I am kinda. I take good care of my mom (because she 'dopted me into her heart when no one wanted me) so I help her out as much as I can. One of my jobs is to keep vermin out of our garlic, and I would if I ever saw any, but I love everyone and everything so I never see anything called a "vermin."

Our garlic is growing tall and fast. I go to the garlic garden with my mom every day and I patrol the perimeter. Today we noticed that the wind (or maybe it was a tornado) blew through here and uprooted a great big huge tree. Thankfully, it left our garlic alone. I would hate to have to chase the wind, but I will if it ever threatens our garlic.

I often have to give my mom lessons about life. She always says, "There are no words!" and that's when I know I've made my point. I'm really smart and as time goes on, I will share some of the lessons I teach my mom; she calls them Gypsyisms! 

Until then, I will be busy in the garlic garden, playing with "vermin" and chasing the wind. I hope you stop by to see me here from time to time!



    

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Long Road Home ...

Hello from Colgan Farms,


My name is Dale Colgan Mangan; Dale for short! I am the owner of Colgan Farms, but I am not the Garlic Goddess. My friends gave me that title when I started my garlic farm but it really belongs to my constant companion, Ms. Gypsy, the keeper of the Garlic Gates.


As time goes on, Gypsy will no doubt become the face of Colgan Farms. Everyone loves Gypsy, she's quite the character. She has a lot to say and her wit and wisdom will likely become a regular feature here at The Garlic Goddess blog.



So while I have my chance to talk about myself let me give you a little background:


I graduated from college in 1974 and set off to find fame and fortune far from the farm I grew up on in the "don't blink or you'll miss it," town of King Ferry, New York. Twenty years later I was back home on the farm I had left with glee and forty years later what I found was that I was facing retirement with limited resources.


Considering my options was depressing: work the rest of my life or sell everything I own and move into senior subsidized housing. My retirement years weren't looking so great.


I had not seen my college roommate, Linda, and her husband, Gary, for 25 years when they came for a visit in the winter of '14. We were sharing stories of our retirement options and when I laid out my dismal choices, Gary asked me how many acres I owned. When I told him he said, "You are sitting on your greatest asset and doing nothing with it," to which I indignantly replied, "REALLY, Gary!" He corrected my thoughts and said, "No, Dale, your land."


And so it is, forty years after venturing off the family farm, I opened my back door and there it was, in all its magnificent glory, Colgan Farms, the best soil in Cayuga County. I always loved the farm and rural living, but I had never fully appreciated its magic until that moment when it became a lifeboat. By the time Linda and Gary left, the idea, was in motion; I would use my greatest asset and start an organic garlic farm!! And I did ... my first harvest is in July!!


And I am looking forward to retirement with the same giddy excitement I felt when I left home in 1974!! I have found my fortune; it's been right here the whole time.




Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish gas been caught,
Only then will you realize that money cannot be eaten.
                                                                                               Cree Indian Prophecy