My Plot To Farm

Actually, I now have four plots. Four plots of what and where you may ask? What I am referring to is urban farmland, ripe and ready to harvest the fruits and vegetables of all four seasons. Land that is fertile, waiting to be tilled, seeded and irrigated. Where I am talking about is well...believe it or not, right down the street. I spent two hours this past Saturday helping neighborhood gardeners clear out our community garden, which expectedly had become mostly overgrown with weeds and vines due to neglect during the dog days of summer. Certainly, no one is to blame here because I know I can not spend any length of time outside when the temperature is pushing 100 degrees with 80% humidity, to maintain a volunteer garden. But on this day of weed clearing and unearthing the kinds of things (creatures) one only finds when they get their hands dirty, I discovered an opportunity to grow. No pun intended, but you can see what I'm getting at here. As someone who loves to cook and eat - and I could go as far as to say a foodie except I feel like that word makes me sound like a yuppie - I think the next step in food appreciation is to grow it myself. Sure I could have started small with one plot and planted a couple of tomato plants or grew a few varities of fresh herbs. But after spending two hours with these four little, adjacent parcels of land (that happen to get great morning sunlight) I felt that it was only natural and fair that they all be part of my latest food endeavor. Growing food is a labor of love. A love for the land, a respect for the food and the labor of your dedication to the dirt. The land is now mostly cleared and next the soil needs to be tilled. Of course, there will be more to come...