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		<title>Tasting summer during dreamtime</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:02:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>erin martineau</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few months later&#8230;. Coming back from a long break, and it feels like I owe an explanation.&#160; I don&#8217;t have one.&#160; Somehow I just stopped writing, and I don&#8217;t really know why.&#160; Lots of things happened to distract me: a gi... [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="syndicated-attribution">This article was first posted at <a href="http://www.emartineau.com/blog/">emartineau's blog: one wild and precious life</a> by erin martineau.</p>
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<p>Coming back from a long break, and it feels like I owe an explanation.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t have one.&nbsp; Somehow I just stopped writing, and I don&rsquo;t really know why.&nbsp; Lots of things happened to distract me: a giant garden, feeling lousy and then getting better, settling into a new farm and home.&nbsp; I could have been writing all the way through, but didn&rsquo;t.&nbsp; Maybe I needed to nourish my introvert.&nbsp; Maybe I was feeling &ldquo;off my game&rdquo; and didn&rsquo;t know what to say.&nbsp; Maybe I took on too much, and I was just pushing through.&nbsp; Maybe it was a bit of all of these things.&nbsp; And I don&rsquo;t know why I suddenly felt like writing this morning.&nbsp; Maybe it&rsquo;s because I&rsquo;ve had a month of down-time.&nbsp; Maybe it&rsquo;s because I just started participating in a fabulous writing group.&nbsp; Maybe it&rsquo;s because I recently quit Facebook, and I want to stay in contact with you all.&nbsp; So many &#8220;maybes.&#8221;&nbsp; Here&#8217;s what I&nbsp; know:&nbsp; I&rsquo;m happy to be back.</p>
<p>I am enjoying the fruits of the summer, with snow now outside my window.&nbsp; I love this about farming&mdash;the opportunity to preserve and enjoy the harvest the whole year through.&nbsp; Right now I have a big bag of tomatoes defrosting on my counter, which I&rsquo;ll turn into sauce or soup.&nbsp; Most every day I have a bit of homemade sauerkraut from this summer&rsquo;s bumper crop of cabbage.&nbsp; Yesterday, I added some roasted sweet peppers to my eggs for breakfast, and then had some green beans with my dinner.&nbsp; And I&rsquo;m eyeing that container of Baingan Bhartha (Indian-spiced eggplant), prepared back in September, for tomorrow&rsquo;s lunch.&nbsp; Those summer flavors just stretch on and on.</p>
<p>About those frozen tomatoes:&nbsp; Most people blanch their tomatoes and can them.&nbsp; Canning is smart, because you can keep that food on your shelf, and use it even when the power goes out.&nbsp; But canning also destroys about 50% of the nutrients of the vegetable.&nbsp; Canning also takes up precious time during the height of harvest, and uses a good deal of energy.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.emartineau.com/storage/tomatoes.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327501991858" alt="" /></span></span>When I was bringing in wheelbarrows full of tomatoes this summer, there was no way for me to process them all (i.e. dry them, can them, or make sauce and freeze it).&nbsp; The garden demanded all my time, and so, after some research, I decided just to freeze them whole. Frozen whole, tomatoes keep their wonderful flavor. &nbsp;But freezing them whole only works if you&rsquo;re going to turn them into sauce or soup; freezing ruins their texture, and after thawing they are like canned tomatoes.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Like everything, there&rsquo;s pros and cons to freezing tomatoes whole&mdash;pro: you don&rsquo;t have to process them during the great deluge known as &ldquo;harvest season.&rdquo; &nbsp;Pro: once defrosted, you need only use a little energy to cook them. &nbsp;Con: you have to think ahead when you want sauce, and let the tomatoes defrost overnight. Con: you have to hope and pray that the electricity doesn&rsquo;t go down, and spoil the contents of your freezer!&nbsp; But in this very mild winter, we&rsquo;ve not even lost the electricity once, and all our goods are still happily preserved.</p>
<p>But what I love about freezing them whole is that when they defrost, they lose most of their water, which reduces cooking time immeasurably and conserves energy.&nbsp; I let them thaw overnight, and when they are completely thawed, they&rsquo;ll be sitting in a big pool of water. &nbsp;When I&rsquo;m making sauce, I toss that water, and then saut&eacute; up some onions in butter.&nbsp; While the onions are turning translucent, I quickly peel the skin off the tomatoes and pinch the stem core out. When the onions are done, I throw the tomatoes in with some salt and ground black pepper, and simmer for about 10 minutes.&nbsp; This quick sauce tastes heavenly: fresh, light, sweet and just acidic enough.&nbsp; A bit of summer, in January.&nbsp; A bit of perspective on the whole year.</p>
<p>And now during these quieter days, I&rsquo;m thinking again about garden design, crop varieties, seed quantities.&nbsp; Part of me wants to turn back the clock a month or so, and rest up all over again.&nbsp; But the part of me that is relishing those summer flavors is also dreaming up next year&rsquo;s palate&hellip;</p>
<p>The challenge will be to dream up a smaller garden, one that&rsquo;s more manageable for one intern and me.&nbsp; I took on too much last year&mdash;it was doable, but just.&nbsp; This year I want to integrate more perennial plants into the garden, and use more permacultural techniques for building soil, improving water retention, and controlling pests.&nbsp; I have a lot of ideas&hellip;</p>
<p>But I also have just a few weeks of &ldquo;dreamtime&rdquo; left; we begin starting seeds at the end of February.&nbsp; Then it will be time to prune trees, set up the greenhouse, start sheet mulching.&nbsp; So while there is still time for napping and sleeping late, and time for reading books in the bath, let me get to it.&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>And the Winner Is &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neysa</dc:creator>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>&#8220;I tell you what guys&#8211;if Jeff Dunham shows up to the Clucker Council meeting again and tries to stick his hand up my butt, he&#8217;s gettin&#8217; the beak!&#8221;</i></div>
<p>Thanks everyone for participating! &nbsp;I so enjoyed parsing through all your entries. &nbsp;You made it a really difficult decision. &nbsp;But alas, I only have one copy of the book to give out. &nbsp;So congratulations Lynn! Please email me at dissertationtodirt AT gmail DOT com so I can get you your copy of The Farmstead Chef!</p>
<p>p.s. Lynn has a blog called <a href="http://sitstaycook.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Sit. Stay. Cook.</span></a> Check it out!</div>
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		<title>Giveaway! Farmstead Chef Cookbook</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neysa</dc:creator>
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<p><i>First, we kissed off corporate America as twenty-somethings, pledging to never again let dysfunctional executives walk all over us while greed runs wild. You might say our premature mid-life crisis may have been caused by indigestion. That’s way before we realized an inconvenient truth or the dark side of Food, Inc. Back then, we overdosed on lattes &#8230; and chowed down on fast food.&nbsp;</i>
<div><i><br />Then we did the unthinkable at age 30, freaking out our parents. We became farmers&#8230;</i>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Sound familiar? Lisa Kivirist and John Ivanko are living our dream. &nbsp;In Green County, Wisconsin, the couple now runs the notable <a href="http://innserendipity.com/farmsteadchef/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Serendipity Inn Bed and Breakfast</span></a>, where they share their homegrown food with their guests. &nbsp;Now, they&#8217;ve created a cookbook with some of their favorite garden-inspired recipes. &nbsp;As I flipped through Farmstead Chef, I felt like I was sitting in my very own farmhouse kitchen. &nbsp;Simple, rustic, and comforting, farm-loving foodies will want to cook every single showcased recipe. I know I do. &nbsp;So! &nbsp;Let&#8217;s make that happen for a Dissertation to Dirt reader!</p>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Last time I gave a book away, we did a New Yorker style caption contest. It went over so well (and by &#8220;well&#8221; I mean I was clutching my sides in hysterical laughter), I think we should do it again! &nbsp;If you&#8217;re not familiar with New Yorker cartoon caption contests, <b>here&#8217;s how it works</b>. &nbsp;The New Yorker provides a picture like this:</div>
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<p>Then the readers submit captions to fit the picture, like this one submitted by Roger Ebert:</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>&#8220;I&#8217;m not going to say the word I&#8217;m thinking of&#8221;</i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">Now it&#8217;s your turn! Caption the photo below of backyard chickens (and one peacock!). &nbsp;Leave your entry in the comments, or you can tweet me <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/farmerneysa"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">@farmerneysa</span></a>. &nbsp;Make me laugh because I&#8217;ll choose my favorite at the end of the day Sunday, November 13, and a winner will be announced Monday!</p>
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<p>Good luck! See previous caption contest entries <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.dissertationtodirt.com/2011/04/wisdom-of-radish-book-giveaway.html" style="color: blue;">here</a>&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span">and the winner <a href="http://www.dissertationtodirt.com/2011/04/and-winner-is.html" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">here</span></a>!</span></p>
<p>Thanks to Lisa Kivirist for supplying a copy of her book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farmstead-Chef-John-Ivanko/dp/0865717036"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The Farmstead Chef</span></a>, for this giveaway!</div>
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		<title>Working with Joel Salatin: An Intern from Polyface Farm</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neysa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This summer, Scott Price completed a four-month internship at what may be the most well-known and well-respected organic farm operation in the country: Polyface Farm in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, run by Joel Salatin.&#160; An accountant by education... [...]]]></description>
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>This summer, Scott Price completed a four-month internship at what may be the most well-known and well-respected organic farm operation in the country: Polyface Farm in Virginia&#8217;s Shenandoah Valley, run by Joel Salatin.&nbsp; An accountant by education, Scott&nbsp; cut his teeth farming in this internship, and he hopes to make farming a lifelong career.&nbsp; Below, Scott tells us about a typical day at Polyface, his hopes for the future, and what it was like working with Joel.&nbsp; Although he had a unique and coveted experience among young farmers, Scott emphasizes that his internship was just that: an introduction to farming from a respected mentor.&nbsp; It </i><i>does not define him as a farmer, nor does it guarantee he&#8217;ll find success in the field.&nbsp; Scott&#8217;s internship at Polyface did, however, provide him a sturdy jumping off point to continue what he hopes is a flourishing career. He is now in Oregon continuing to farm on a start up poultry operation.</i></p>
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<p>Lacking motivation in college, I spent plenty of time wandering from one interest to another. I started with Mechanical Engineering, and graduated in Finance, but along the way I decided I wanted to do something fundamentally valuable for people.&nbsp; Having made that decision, I saw two options open up for me: teaching or farming. </p>
<p>Farming held several attractive possibilities. Healthy food, working outdoors, exercise, no commute, meals and time with family. Hulu assisted by showing me a movie called <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/67878/the-future-of-food">“The Future of Food”</a>. That movie showed me farming was more than a career possibility, but also an important cause. I wanted to educate people about the evils of Monsanto and the value of healthy farming practices. </p>
<p>So I was interested in farming, but did I believe I could make a living? No, I found it too risky. Instead, my plan was to use my Finance degree to work and save up, and then I would take the plunge. A friend helped me get a job as an accountant, but I quickly became unhappy. &nbsp;I commuted an hour to work in a cubicle. I was expected to give 60 hours a week to a job that sucked the life out of me, and only gave me money in return. </p>
<p>Nearly nine months after starting my accounting job, I housesat for a young family at church who had five egg-laying hens. At that house, I read my first bit of Wendell Berry, and discovered Joel Salatin’s Polyface Farm through the Polyface DVD. I read more about Polyface online, and I was impressed. In August 2010 I left my job, and by the end of the month I applied to be an apprentice at Polyface. Five months after applying, I was hired as an intern, the four-month version of the twelve-month apprentice.</p>
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<p>I ate and slept on the farm, in an old portable classroom called &#8220;The Roost&#8221;.  Four other guys lived there also.  The Roost was positioned against black walnut trees for shade, with a creek running alongside.  It had one bathroom with a composting toilet, shower, and sink, a kitchen/living area, and one bedroom with 5 beds (4 bunk style).  The Roost was where all the interns went to cook and eat breakfast and lunch.  It was a bit crowded for 8 interns, and we had limited cooking supplies, but we made the best of it.  I really enjoyed our meal times, partly because I was so tired and hungry, but also because the more I worked with the other interns, the more I enjoyed hanging out with them. </p>
<p>On a typical day, we started morning chores shortly after daybreak.  Morning chores involved moving forty 10’X12’X2’ chicken pens with a dolly to a new patch of grass, feeding each pen&#8217;s feed tray, and filling each pen&#8217;s 5 gallon water bucket.  Each pen holds 75 Cornish Cross broilers.  Before the turkeys outgrew the chickens, they were also mixed in with the broilers, but no more than 75 birds were ever in one pen.  On chicken processing days, we also put them in crates, loaded them on a trailer, and cleaned the processing facility. 
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Interns working on a turkey roost, Joel hangs on the right</i></div>
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<p>While the chicken chores were being done, 2 groups of older turkeys were fed and every other day they were moved.  Each group of turkeys had a large roost built onto an axle connected to a large feed box on another axle (if the roost isn&#8217;t sturdy enough, you&#8217;ll find out when 150 twenty pound turkeys collapse it.).  A tractor was used to move the feed and roost combo trailer into a new paddock.  </p>
<p>On some days pigs needed to be moved into a new paddock.  This involved moving their 1 ton feeder into the next paddock with a tractor, filling it with a PTO driven feed buggy, herding the pigs in, dumping the 30 gallon float valve waterer, carrying it to the new paddock and turning the water back on.  Each pig paddock is surrounded by two strands of electrified aluminum wire.  The pigs are trained to the electrified wire, so they want to stay away from it, but pigs have great curiosity and are very stubborn.  We had to test the voltage of different areas of the fence to make sure it would contain the pigs.  Chasing around loose pigs can really eat up some time especially if you&#8217;re in a heavily wooded area or you don&#8217;t have enough help. </p>
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<p>On other days, the mornings involved sorting cows and pigs to bring them to the slaughterhouse.  To do this we had to move the cows into the corral by running a few &#8220;bluffs&#8221; that resembled their fence along the desired path, and then calling them in the right direction.  A couple of us always tailed the cows to keep stragglers like young calves from falling behind.  In the corral we just ushered them where we wanted them and opened and closed doors. </p>
<p>We took an hour for breakfast after morning chores.  After breakfast we checked in to see what was next.  Some days we worked on hay before and after lunch until afternoon chores (or dark).  Some days we worked on fencing, hauled wood from the new pond site, or set up a new pig paddock in the woods.  Twice a week we pulled buying club orders for Polyface meat from freezers, loaded them in coolers, and stored them in a freezer to wait for the next morning’s pre-chores delivery load up.  Some days we built a new turkey roost, a new feed box trailer, or a new eggmobile.  Almost everything was built with wood milled by Polyface from trees at Polyface.  </p>
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<p>We processed an average of 350 chickens every Wednesday and also on Friday every other week.  Our best rate was about 19 birds per person per hour from kill to the ice bath.  Super efficient.  Each turkey took a little more time, but the bird weight was more per hour.  We each got experience on every station, including killing, scalding-plucking-legging, eviscerating, lunging, and quality control.  We started processing after breakfast and when the birds were all in ice baths, we took lunch (45 minutes) while they got down to the right temperature.  After lunch we&#8217;d return to bag and box them for the freezer.  Around 100 birds were always kept unfrozen in the cooler for restaurant orders, and for the occasional &#8220;fresh bird pick up&#8221; that Joel talks about in his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pastured-Poultry-Profits-Joel-Salatin/dp/0963810901">Pastured Poultry Profits</a> book. </p>
<p>Afternoon chores involved feeding and watering chickens and turkeys and collecting and washing eggs.  Every three days we moved a large egglayer nestbox structure called the &#8220;Millennium Feathernet&#8221; that held one thousand egglayers.  At the Millennium, the chickens foraged on grass within an electrified netting fence.  We set up a new paddock for them to roam then moved the Millennium with a tractor. </p>
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<p>The work was hard, of course, but the food lifted my spirits throughout the summer.  We devoured delicious, conveniently located mulberries between chores throughout June.  When we drove up the mountain to the highest pond and pig paddock in June and July, we ate the wild blueberries.&nbsp;  Wild blackberries lined much of the road that led up the mountain, and in addition to scavenging during breaks in July and August, we picked several quarts that we enjoyed in pies made by fellow intern Leanna, or in my raw milk and granola.  In August the apples ripened, and we snacked on them on our way to chores or saved some for breakfast.  In late August and September, Autumn Olives began ripening.  Autumn Olives are tart little berries that offer a refreshing bite.  I found some that were actually really sweet.  Also in August and September, the wild mushrooms were in full flush.  I&#8217;ve always enjoyed mushrooms/fungi in food, and one of the interns, with a degree in horticulture, had some experience picking and eating wild mushrooms.  I looked at his mushroom identification books and he taught me to find chanterelles.  I had never heard of them, but they were plentiful at Polyface.  I harvested a hat-full on two occasions and found they are delicious.  The chef/gardener sautéed my chanterelles in butter for us as a side one night.  Now I’m in Oregon for the foreseeable future, and I&#8217;d like to find morels here.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Scott, right, enjoys lunch on the farm</i></div>
<p>Farming internships are under scrutiny right now, but I don&#8217;t feel cheated by Polyface.  I now have job skills related to poultry, cattle, and pig farming.  I came out with a little bit of money in my pocket instead of&nbsp; thousands of dollars of debt I may have racked up in school.  I’m also happy to have only spent four months on focused, hands-on learning instead of four years of “well-rounded education.”  Thanks to the internship, I came across job opportunities and quickly found a new job on a farm.  I am confident enough to start my own chicken business when I have the money.  The experience was definitely good overall, and I recommend it to anyone who wants to farm.</p>
<p>I often get the question of whether I actually got to work with Joel.&nbsp; Joel travels a lot and has off-farm work to do, but all the interns got to work with him plenty.His usual morning on the farm involved moving the eggmobile and/or moving cows.  All the interns got their turns helping him move the cows by taking up and running single-strand electric fence paddocks.  We occasionally had to scramble to herd the cows back in (almost always because of someone&#8217;s mistake), but it didn&#8217;t happen often.  The interns agreed that we definitely heard about it when we did something wrong, but we were praised when we did something right.</p>
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<p>With Joel, I remember we tore down 2 fences and put new ones up.  One fence took eight of us about 4 days to tear down and replace, and the other took 1 full day.  The fence work involved pulling fencing staples, rolling up barbed wire, rolling up field fence, pulling posts with the tractor, pounding posts with the tractor, stretching and stapling new field fence, and stapling new barbed wire.  Joel showed lots of excitement by hooting and hollering when we finished a fence.  </p>
<p>Joel showed the same excitement when we finished making and stacking hay after about 4 weeks of hay work, and I shared that excitement since I have hay allergies and asthma.  The Polyface team did all the hay work except baling the large bales.  We cut, raked, tetted, stacked on a trailer, then stacked by hand in a barn, and stacked large bales in the field with tractor forks to later cover with giant tarps.  To show the fertility that Polyface builds in the land they use, the man who baled for us, who has baled for decades, had never seen so much hay come out of such small acreage.  Polyface&#8217;s pasture has been under their care for over 50 years, and it supports 4 times as many cow-days per acre than the average in the county.  In other words, with the way they farm, they’re not taking away from the land—they’re adding to it. </p>
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<p>One smaller job I worked with Joel on was laying a water line from a well pump to a cistern.  That work can take days of breaking your back and tearing up the ground.  Fortunately, Polyface has a subsoil hose laying device—an SSHLD.  It’s a tractor implement that buries pipe as you drive along. </p>
<p>Another job we did with Joel was clear trees from a huge, new pond site.  We loaded and unloaded a couple dozen loads of fire wood, and chipped a couple dozen trailer loads of smaller branches.  Tractor forks were used to load logs onto a log buggy, and I got to use the forks to move the logs once.  That was cool, but the strongest I felt was when 2 strong guys and I loaded six, 20 foot logs onto a trailer by hand that we were originally going to move with the tractor forks.  To be fair, one of those guys had bodybuilding experience, and the other is just a natural beast.  I was the scrawny one.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<i>Scott with the pigs</i></div>
<p>Daniel, Joel’s son, is known as the Range Boss.  He manages the Polyface team and trains the apprentices and interns.  We worked with him every day.  Daniel’s wife, Sheri, and Joel’s wife, Teresa, are both vital in the farm business as well.  Joel likes to tease that behind every great man is an amazed woman, but what he means is that Polyface couldn’t be what it is without his family.</p>
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		<title>Young Farmer Profile #3: Marysol Valle at Urban Roots</title>
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<p>It’s hard to put your finger on what makes the farm at Urban Roots so enchanting. &nbsp;Maybe the protective surrounding of trees takes you to a rolling country somewhere, rather than off highway 183 just a few minutes from downtown Austin. &nbsp;Maybe it&#8217;s the diverse species of birds that call Urban Roots home, and serenade you as you stroll through neat, abundant fields. &nbsp;Maybe it&#8217;s the sunken ground next to Boggy Creek that keeps the farm just a few degrees warmer during a freeze, and a few degrees cooler in the dead of summer. &nbsp;Everywhere you look, details confess that this is a community farm: an oversized get well card made from construction paper and taped to a barn door; a random assortment of vegetables dangling on twine from the branches of a peach tree; a stray bottle of water, &#8220;Reynesha&#8221; scrawled in sharpie on one side, and a line from a Chris Brown song on the other.</p>
<p>For all these reasons, the Urban Roots farm is uniquely captivating. &nbsp;And lucky for us who live nearby, it is dedicated to engaging the surrounding community. &nbsp;At any given time at Urban Roots, you’ll find the farm manager Marysol Valle there, tinkering with her spader or leading a group of volunteers.</p>
<p>For nearly a year, I worked directly underneath Marysol. &nbsp;I spent most days, all day, with her. &nbsp;So I feel confident when I say that Marysol is the best thing young farmers in Austin have for an example and a mentor. &nbsp;At 32, she has been farming for 12 years. &nbsp;Fiercely independent and opinionated, she is also incredibly open and generous with advice for those who ask. &nbsp;In the last decade, Marysol has gone from unpaid seasonal worker to the farm manager of one of the most well-respected farming organizations in Texas. &nbsp;Marysol has big dreams for her farming career, and since beginning to work this hidden gem in east Austin, she has continually pushed for community involvement, education, and awareness of organic farming.</p>
<p>I came to see Marysol at Urban Roots on a weekday afternoon. &nbsp;She jumped off of her beloved Kubota tractor to give me a hug. &nbsp;Her 7-year-old son, Abeja, was with her, hanging out on the farm after school while his mother finished her work for the day. &nbsp;Their black dog, Nahla, lie in the speckled shade of a tree, next to Marysol&#8217;s brown Chevy truck. &nbsp;As usual, the energy at Urban Roots was calm and positive. &nbsp;Marysol was tilling up beds for planting over the next week. &nbsp;She was glowing over the dark, fluffy soil resultant from a rainy day the week before. &nbsp;&#8221;It wasn&#8217;t much,&#8221; she allowed, &#8220;but it made a huge difference! I didn&#8217;t have to irrigate for a week!&#8221; &nbsp;She hopped back on the Kubota to till a few more beds before walking me through the fields, fixing drip tape here and there, and telling me her story.</p>
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<p>When Marysol was 19, she had dreams of being the next Miles Davis. &nbsp;The trumpet player in an Austin band called Desert Dessert, she and her bandmate George Mack decided they&#8217;d try to make it in New York City. &nbsp;Just before the turn of the millennium, they packed up Marysol&#8217;s truck with their clothes, instruments, and her two dogs, Nahla and Zorba, and hit the road. &nbsp;As you might expect, success didn&#8217;t come easily, and Marsyol spent most of her New York days living out of her truck and sitting in dog parks, playing with Nahla and Zorba and practicing trumpet.</p>
<p>&#8220;I remember the moment when I knew musical fame wasn’t going to happen for me,&#8221; she recalls, smiling. &#8220;I was in a subway station in Brooklyn and I saw a homeless man sitting against the wall playing the trumpet.  And I thought, &#8216;He’s better than me.  And he’s homeless. &nbsp;I&#8217;d better do something else.&#8217;” &nbsp;A straightforward problem was met with a straightforward solution one weekend when Marysol went camping near Ithaca in the spring of 1999. &nbsp;There she met Michael and Ananda Kenedy of Sacred Seed Organic Farm in Summer Hill, New York. &nbsp;The young couple ran a 5 acre vegetable farm and lived completely off the grid. &nbsp;They fascinated Marysol. &nbsp;&#8221;These were young, hip people like me,&#8221; she remembers, &#8220;and they were making organic farming their lives. &nbsp;This was <i>real</i> work. &nbsp;What was I gonna do? &nbsp;Live out of the back of my truck forever?&#8221; &nbsp;She decided to work with the Kenedys for the summer season. &nbsp;&#8221;When I broke the news to George,&#8221; she tells me as she kneels to adjust drip tape, &#8220;he was really pissed off.&#8221;</p>
<p>As she had no experience, the first season Marysol did not ask to be paid. &nbsp;She just wanted to stay at the farm, eat off the land, and work. &nbsp;&#8221;The first season was incredibly hard for me,&#8221; she tells me, &#8220;I didn&#8217;t know how to work. I had no stamina. I remember being amazed at how much needed to get done every day.&#8221; &nbsp;To top it off, Sacred Seed did not grow through the northern winter, so once the freeze hit, she had to find something else to do. &nbsp;&#8221;I was pretty transient for a while,&#8221; she says as she describes hopping through farms in New York, the Austin area, South America, and Europe. &nbsp;But Marysol would return to Sacred Seed for three more seasons, and every year she would get a bigger cut of the farm&#8217;s earnings. &nbsp;As Marysol reminisces about this time in her life, her voice fills with a quiet pride that implies all the hard times and uncertainty paid off in the end.</p>
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<p>In her third year in Ithaca, Marysol&#8217;s life changed dramatically. &nbsp;Marysol met a man named Jean Pierre (JP for short), who had come to help with the apple harvest at Sacred Seed. &nbsp;The two began seeing each other, travelled together, and in mid-2004 Marysol became pregnant. &nbsp;She cut her work back at Sacred Seed to primarily farmers markets and blueberry picking, but once the winter came she knew she&#8217;d have to find a place to settle. &nbsp;Her son, Abeja, was born on February 1, 2005, and having separated from JP, Marysol set off to Austin again in search of a familiar setting and a strong support structure. &nbsp;Finding work in the kitchen of a friend&#8217;s restaurant, JP would soon follow Marysol to Austin, where they continue to co-parent today. &nbsp;With friends and family by her side, Austin could give Marysol support as a single mother, but it meant putting farming on hold indefinitely. &nbsp;&#8221;I always knew it wouldn’t be forever,&#8221; she reassures me.</p>
<p>The story of Marysol’s reentrance into farming is a cascade of new opportunities, innovations and social connections. &nbsp;One day in early 2006, a friend tipped her off to a farm manger opportunity with a company called Oasys Gardens. &nbsp;She met with the owner, and within a month moved into a small cottage on the farm that would eventually support Urban Roots. &nbsp;&#8221;I really fell in love with this land at that point,&#8221; Marysol describes, &#8220;the water is reliable, the soil is healthy, and it&#8217;s a beautiful space. &nbsp;It needed to be shared with kids, and preserved for the people of Austin.&#8221; &nbsp;Marysol would have purchased the land herself, but it hardly needs mentioning that real estate near the city center is prohibitively expensive. &nbsp;Instead, a year later an architect bought the land and leased it to Marysol outright. &nbsp;Marysol finally had the opportunity to create her own farming business, which she called Hands of the Earth.</p>
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<p>Hands of the Earth became a resource for farm education and community engagement, but Marysol was open to more, &#8220;I knew I wanted some sort of youth or community program on the farm. &nbsp;That&#8217;s when I met Max Elliott.&#8221; Max had just started Urban Roots with his partner, Mike Evans. &nbsp;Inspired by the Boston Food Project, Max and Mike were interested in starting an urban farming program that reached out to high school students in the Austin area. </p>
<p>For a few years, Marysol and Max shared the land&#8211;which measures about 3 acres in vegetable production today, &#8220;We shared the tractor, and I was happy to support them in any way I could. &nbsp;I really wanted them to succeed. &nbsp;Plus, I was still learning how to be a farmer, so having that support, and the energy of the kids, was so encouraging.&#8221; &nbsp;During those early years, Marysol remembers money being a constant worry, &#8220;I&#8217;d go into the cottage to go to bed and there would be a giant stack of bills on my desk. &nbsp;There was a huge discordance between money coming in and money going out for Hands of the Earth. &nbsp;I think that&#8217;s the case for any farmer the first year. &nbsp;It was very, very hard. &nbsp;But never in a bad way. &nbsp;Never in a way that I wouldn&#8217;t do it again. &nbsp;It was just hard, and I hoped that it would end someday. &nbsp;And it did.&#8221;</p>
<p>By the third year of co-existance, both Marysol and Max had outgrown their plots. &nbsp;Marysol had a 80-member CSA and was selling large orders to local food vendors like Greenling, Farmhouse Delivery, and Wheatsville. &nbsp;Likewise, Urban Roots was gaining momentum every year, so in 2009, Marysol came on as Urban Roots&#8217; fulltime farm manager, where she remains today. &nbsp;Last year, Urban Roots produced over 30,000 pounds of food for the Austin community, 40% of which was donated directly to hunger relief programs.</p>
<p>But Marysol is still dreaming. &nbsp;In the future, she says, she&#8217;d like to see a Texas farm school to rival, or I should say complement, schools like Cornell and UC Santa Cruz. &nbsp;&#8221;Food production,&#8221; Marysol says with a heavy finality, &#8220;is what it&#8217;s all about. More land, more food. &nbsp;Everything&#8211;youth involvement, community involvement, government involvement&#8211;stems from that.&#8221; </p>
<p>Usually when I ask young farmers what they think about government involvement in agriculture, I get diplomatic, mediated answers about personal responsibility and small steps. &nbsp;Not so with Marysol. &nbsp;&#8221;Without qualification,&#8221; she says seriously, &#8220;the government should be supporting new farmers. &nbsp;It&#8217;s one of the best investments they can make for the health of America.&#8221; &nbsp;Specifically, she sees this support taking the form of ag extensions that are fully resourced to deliver grants and microloans to small farmers, and pieces of land set aside where young farmers can go to get their feet wet, without the financial risk of starting a farm from scratch. &nbsp;&#8221;Growth!&#8221; she says emphatically. &nbsp;&#8221;In Texas especially. &nbsp;If we just put a fraction of the money we put into football into the food we eat, then things would be a lot better.&#8221;</p>
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<p>As I walk down an aisle I pick off a chocolate bell pepper from Marysol&#8217;s fall crop. &nbsp;Even though we&#8217;ve had barely an inch of rain this year, the farm looks beautiful. &nbsp;&#8221;Farming has really tempered me,&#8221; Marysol confesses, &#8220;In farming, you put so much work into everything, and some crops live and some crops die, and you can&#8217;t spend your time worrying about the ones that die. &nbsp;You just have to pivot fast. &nbsp;I see so many metaphors for life in farming.&#8221; &nbsp;It might be this tempering effect that made Marysol so dedicated to her work. &nbsp;Walking with her around her farm, I wonder if Marysol feels that farming saved her. &nbsp;Saved her from life&#8217;s impulse and uncertainty. &nbsp;Even if everything around her turns to chaos, the growing season will always melt the snow and bring in a fresh, healthy, abundant crop. </p>
<p>As the afternoon sun begins to diminish, I say goodbye to Abeja and pat Nahla&#8217;s head, worrying a bit at how I&#8217;m ever going to capture the complexity and nuances of Marysol and her story in 1,500 words. &nbsp;I ask her if there&#8217;s anything else she&#8217;d like to add, secretly hoping she&#8217;ll sum up her story for me in a neat yet profound sound byte. &nbsp;&#8221;No,&#8221; she says simply, &#8220;I just love farming,&#8221; and turned once again to her tractor. &nbsp;<i>I guess that did it</i>, I think. &nbsp;In so many ways, Marysol&#8217;s warm, amicable farm does the talking for her.</p>
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<p>For a little more info, check out this short video on Urban Roots, just released. </p>
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