When my friend Natalie asked me if I had any plans for Easter weekend, I was mildly embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t. I just hadn’t given it much thought this year.
“Well, you do now,” she said. “Want to help plant a farm?”
Plant a farm. I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. I welcomed the excuse to get outside and do something interesting, something for free. Something more than a little dirty.
It had been a while since I’ve weeded, hoed, or lugged 4 cubic yards of soil, but I was game for it. I just wasn’t sure what I was going to wear. I haven’t owned a pair of overalls since the 1980’s.
It seems Natalie has gotten herself involved with an organization called MyFarm-– an business that specializes in decentralized urban farming. It’s a Community Supported Agriculture organization with heavy emphasis on community. In fact, every herb and vegetable grown comes directly from community members’ backyards. Want to know where your mustard greens are really coming from? Well then, go ask your neighbor. With 71 MyFarms planted at the time of this posting, you are likely to know someone who’s got one.
When we arrived at the site, we were introduced around to the various MyFarm staff members and volunteers, one of whom came all the way from Santa Cruz to help.
Fortunately, there were a good many people volunteering for the day’s planting. With lots of farmhands, well, on hand, the work was swift and enjoyable. I was especially grateful for our numbers when it came time to move the small mountain of soil from a gigantic pile dumped in the driveway to the garden awaiting it in the back– through the garage, one bucket at a time. At times I pretended I as though I were an ant– a cog in a great earth-moving machine, but without the ability to lift 25 times my own body weight or smell things through antennae. Of course, in the unseasonable warm April weather, it sometimes felt as though a large bully were holding a magnifying glass over me, trying to set me on fire.
The next time you see me, please feel free to compliment me on my newly-found shoulder muscles and red, red neck.
I was rather stunned by how smoothly everything went. From start to finish, the garden was weeded, top-soiled, dug, irrigated, and planted in less than five hours.
We were a well organized, well-oiled, and well-hydrated team– the couple hosting the garden kept a blender of filtered water filled for us at all times. I was certain the water was placed in a blender because it was made of non-breakable materials, but I couldn’t look at it without thinking that whenever I took a sip, I was drinking a water smoothie.
It was a great day spent outside. I highly recommend it to anyone with a strong back and a good attitude.
And I don’t care that someone can’t spell Kohlrabi, I’m just glad someone is actually planting it. In an effort to add my own special skills to the endeavor, my pleas for matching font styles on the planting tags went unheeded.
Until the next time, that is.
How MyFarm Works:
MyFarm’s Vision(from the website):
At MyFarm it is our mission to make growing food and growing community one in the same. We believe in the power of the individual. But we believe true power comes from working together towards a better future for all.
We want to offer everyone in our community a chance to participate in achieving greater personal sustainability by installing local organic gardens, selling organic vegetables to neighbors and continually seeking ways for others to lend their ideas, their time and their hands to our growing organization.
Their complete list of services include:
- Initial garden set up and weekly follow up to keep your space growing.
- Organic techniques to grow nutrient rich vegetables.
- CSA style pickup a weekly box of very local edibles from a nearby neighbor.
- Permaculture techniques implemented to beautify in a
- Garden design consultations and networking with high quality suppliers.
- Local food feasts with chefs featuring foods from your backyard