Farmer Em, part 2
17/5/08 19:16Just about a month ago, I overcame a significant prejudice* and dipped my toe into the uncharted waters of urban farming.
Well, the Yukon gold potatoes that I chopped into chunks and buried in a container on April 13 have sprouted and, as of Wednesday, sent six or seven tiny glossy green leaves up into the sunshine.
Potatoes. That was gonna be it. Fun, easy, everyone loves to eat 'em, not a big commitment.
Right.
Monday I dug up a weedy portion of my neglected garden and bought lima bean, acorn squash and zucchini seeds. Today I planted two dozen or so sweet Spanish onions. Tomorrow? Extend my drip irrigation system--which I've neglected for two years--to the vegetable patch.
Next year? I shudder to think.
*Prejudice in the form of: "Why would I come home from a day in the office doing one job to take up the job of farmer in the evenings of the hottest and most unpleasant time of year, when I can go to the grocery store and buy what few vegetables I bother eating?"
Well, the Yukon gold potatoes that I chopped into chunks and buried in a container on April 13 have sprouted and, as of Wednesday, sent six or seven tiny glossy green leaves up into the sunshine.
Potatoes. That was gonna be it. Fun, easy, everyone loves to eat 'em, not a big commitment.
Right.
Monday I dug up a weedy portion of my neglected garden and bought lima bean, acorn squash and zucchini seeds. Today I planted two dozen or so sweet Spanish onions. Tomorrow? Extend my drip irrigation system--which I've neglected for two years--to the vegetable patch.
Next year? I shudder to think.
*Prejudice in the form of: "Why would I come home from a day in the office doing one job to take up the job of farmer in the evenings of the hottest and most unpleasant time of year, when I can go to the grocery store and buy what few vegetables I bother eating?"
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