Duckweed- No Going Back

There were some days this spring when I wondered what the heck I was thinking when I took on the challenge of growing duckweed commercially. Ticks, poison ivy, the rather pissy 5 ft long unidentified snake that crosses my path every couple of days, allergy attacks when I least expect it, sunburn, atrophied muscles suddenly charged with hefting 50 pound buckets of duckweed, bootstrap mentality in a high dollar commercial climate,  a kitchen-turned-laboratory to the point that my kids will not enter it, and “duckweed yada yada” to where even my most patient adult children run the opposite direction when they see me coming.

Now for the reasons I can’t see life any other way: duckweed’s intense beauty on my ponds,  that sudden jolt of “WOW” when I see excellent growth almost overnight because I FINALLY got it right, drinking in the smell of honeysuckle as I float along on Yaught in the early mornings, a pickup load of fresh duckweed ready for solar drying, and lastly,  an ice-cold beer after a productive day of product formulations and all samples are tucked away, solar drying nicely.

This marks a turning point for me. I always joked about what I’d do if duckweed doesn’t pan out. Perhaps I’d own a fleet of beat-up  ice cream trucks (500% mark up isn’t shabby) or that scary job at Walmart where you simply stock shelves all night with headphones on.

No, I am all about duckweed from here on. Hope you will like my forth-coming product line because your pets will probably like them as much as mine do and you will be able to feel good about something so simple, so pure, and so sustainable in their diets. Right?