Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

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Photo by Jamieson McKay

Photo by Jamieson McKay


Three Things Thursday, fourth week in May

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My garden! Photo by Bethany Fehlinger

My garden! Photo by Bethany Fehlinger

No. 1 — I planted my garden! Last year, one of our publications started the “Container Garden Chronicles.” Because I am on a new staff this year, I decided to participate. I have done container gardening before and have worked on Goldfinch CSA for two years (going on three!) so I hope I know what I am doing.

I have a tendency to kill plants, especially in containers. So that is why my tomatoes went into the ground instead. One of the bosses allowed us to plant in the ground on the side of the building. I also am going to plant beans and watermelon there. In the containers are lettuce and one pepper plant. Fingers crossed that I don’t kill them!

No. 2 — It is RAINING! Related to the planting, I have a hard time remembering to water my plants. It is a problem. My plants at home know how to survive without much water. Plus, it has been so hot and muggy outside the past few days, and very, very dry. This rain will break our heat wave and give my little plants a drink.

No. 3 — I can’t wait for Memorial Day weekend because I get to relax. Though, having a day off of work makes things stressful when I get back.

Flickr photo by Scott Robinson -- Clearly Ambiguous

Flickr photo by Scott Robinson — Clearly Ambiguous

Getting my hands dirty for food

May 25, 2011 at 6:00 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments
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I took the plunge. I am a farmer.

Well, not a real farmer. But a volunteer.

As a vegan, all of my food comes from the ground, one way or another. Whereas I usually go to the grocery store and buy my tomatoes from another state and my fruit from another country, I figured that is neither sustainable nor economical. I mean, right here in Pennsylvania are tons of farms — mostly dairy farms but still, farms.

And lucky for me, in my little sprawling area, there is not one, but at least THREE CSAs (Community Supported Agriculture) that I can purchase from and take part in to reap the benefits of local food.

Well, I decided to jump in and see if I could save money. One particular CSA, Goldfinch Farm, has a program where I work 80 hours in 20 weeks and I get a share of food when it’s harvest time in return.

Yes, you heard me right. Me, a city girl, working on a farm. In the dirt, with the bugs.

First day on the farm, getting dirty. Don't laugh.

I’ve had some pretty exciting episodes in the past two months since I began (we started just after my birthday in April.) The first week, after I got home, I couldn’t even stand up because my muscles hurt so bad. It took me four days to recover, two of which I could barely walk.

But the pain got easier, and it usually hardest on Thursdays. All the crouching, kneeling and squatting really gets to your lower half.

I am even sitting in the dirt now, if need be! I put my bare hands in the earth and let the soil get under my nails. I am addicted to it.

Last week was the most interesting. It was a rainy day and had been a rainy week. The ground was a muddy mess but we still planted. Everyone took off their shoes to walk in the mud but I refused. That is one thing I can’t handle, as of yet. Well, kneeling was hard because you would get covered in mud. Up until 11 a.m., I tried to stay clean but at some point I got a little muddier than I wanted to and didn’t care.

Well, the rain came. We tried to take shelter but decided to go back out when it started to drizzle only. That was fine for me, until it down-poured. Twice. I was soaked and we just kept on planting, shouting over the loud noise as the rain fell.

I felt exhilarated! I have never been this dirty and this connected to the earth. I feel the difficulty it takes to grow food, to harvest it, to feed masses.

But don’t expect me not to flinch when I see something fly around my head. City girl still at heart, just with dirty hands.

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