Spring is a wonderful time. Of new beginnings, fresh starts, of abundance. The standard cliché. As a new urban farmer it’s also a time to be completely and wholly overwhelmed. To loose sight of why I’m out in the field and frustrations with the people around me who are so in tune with their abundance. Me, on the other hand, have abundance in the form of thistle, lams ears, something green and menacing I can’t identify, and a curly leafed fellow the goes from nothing to covering everything in 60 seconds flat. I have an abundance of some kind of beetle that have eaten my radish to the ground and peas (planted in late March) are only starting to make an appearance like that ultra cool kid that is always late cause they got somewhere to be. Damn diva peas.
The weeds. Oh. The. Weeds. I’m doing my best not to begrudge the weeds, those biodynamic nutrient accumulators. I understand their role – making way, aerating, don’t hate your weeds they are a sign of health… – but I don’t have to like it.
I have been humbled, stricken silent and dumb by the amount of physical and mental work that is required for the task of farming over 4000 sq. ft. that I feel dreadfully underprepared for. At the outset organic farming takes a lot of work, of time and energy, than I was certainly not anticipating.
To a certain degree, this is a defining moment. When I choose to look at what I am doing, give my all, and stand back knowing that I did what I could and marvel and the power of regeneration while recognizing my limits or I could feel damn rotten about the whole thing, compare myself to other farmers plots with tears and frustration and throw down my trowel in disgust at the audacity of mother nature to get in the way of my red bulls blood beets. The past week I’ve been leaning towards the latter. (Though when I write it down it does seem just a wee bit dramatic).
Reflecting on the season so far I would say a couple of things. First, I would have prepped my garden beds different and with a significant amount of mulch to keep the weeds at bay while I was away for a couple of weeks. In the bed prep I would have gotten the soil a bit more broken down and less clumpy – I don’t know if it makes a difference but it would have fit in with the other plots better. I think I also would have thought harder about how much land I really wanted – another humbling moment. I was offered more land and wanted to be tough and take it on – cause, you know I could take on anything. The taming of the ego is one skill I am working on but I will pay for it this summer with humility and deference.
I will also write more often because it gives me clarity on this journey. That my goal is not necessarily the perfect plot (but my, would that be a treat!) but to learn growing skills, support the other farmers, and showcase for my therapeutic horticulture clients the delights of nature. And I’m going to be ok with that, hopefully the people around me will be too.
Photo of one of my plots before I left for a couple weeks – looks so peaceful at that point…






