Lisa came over to get some herbal medicine. I walked her through the gardens and we gushed over how incredible all of our respective plantings are doing this year. This is my first year farming a quarter acre and she asked a reasonable question, “Do I think it is enough to feed my whole family for a year?” Unquestionably, no. I thought it would be, but it is not even close. I do see all the wasted space though, five gallon pots that could be filled with more tomatoes to line the porch, criss cross the rows, add more here…there.
I sold all of my beautiful purple green beans as soon as they hit the tables at the farmers markets. I got a handful of the remaining growing and cooked them up to add to fresh potato salad; the lovely purple fading to green as they cooked. I only got one serving! I also realized that I was being really silly with my new farming mentality. ‘Can’t eat that, that is to sell. Save that for Woodland Park!’ I get bushels of vegetables from my friends at Miller Farms to can. Granted, I am not growing bushels of anything yet, but I could also be saving some of my own produce for..*gasp*…us.
My original plan since I was a child was to be a homesteader. To follow in the footsteps of Laura Ingalls. To skip through fields of wild flowers instead of cement sidewalks. To can my own side dishes instead of consuming who knows what from poisonous cans. To build a fire on a stormy night and heat up a kettle of tea on the stove; cozy and warm reading by oil lamp light. To spend most of my time in an extensive garden among the bees and butterflies, tending to all the life around me. To hold an infant lamb, to laugh at chickens running by, to feel the breeze and know the weather. To not hear traffic, to hear only silence (except for cows lowing). I am half way there, working my way towards this complete homesteading dream.
I also have an extreme passion for farming that I could talk one’s ear off a hundred miles an hour about. Non-GMO’s, organic, heirloom, urban farms, country farms, feed the masses!!! Or at least the neighborhood. I need to teach. I need to get people started on creating their own mini-farms.
“How are the onions?” Someone asked at the market. I have no idea. Sheesh, I planted all these onions to put in the root cellar and here I am selling them off for a buck a piece.
The time will come when I can create a larger farm. For now, though, I better sell what we can’t eat, but eat what we can! Homestead first, then feed the masses….or the neighborhood.