Loretto Earth Network News Divest/Reinvest/Commit December 2014
Vol. 22, No. 4
Reflections on a Year of Urban Farming By Jessie Rathburn
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do not say that I am a farmer; I have spent the last year running an urban farm, but I do call myself a farmer. Not yet. For most of my adult life, I have taught English to international students prior to them enrolling at US universities. When I resigned from CU Denver in 2013, I had no leads on a new job; I simply knew that I must not continue to be inside all day, every day. I had a desperate need to be connected with Earth that could no longer be ignored. After applying for numerous park ranger and park naturalist jobs proved fruitless, an opportunity arose for me to take care of a small urban farm. My then-partner-now-husband had been developing the property while working another full-time job for several years, but that was no longer feasible. So in the last weeks of 2013, we decided that I would fully take over the farm and see where it might lead. Our small farm is right in the heart of the city, only five blocks from the hubbub of downtown. We are joined to two other farms, each only 1/3 of an acre. The land we farm is owned by the Denver Housing Authority. The rest of the block is currently empty, though there are movements toward an up-scale housing development every day. Though our farm is tiny and we often have to justify to a passersby that it is, in fact, a working farm, I am
amazed at the amount of life thriving there. We have installed beehives and worm bins, planted multiple kinds of perennials (raspberries, strawberries, elderberries, sunchokes, gooseberries, currants, horseradish, apple and cherry trees), constructed a greenhouse for germination (growing 25,000 seedlings this year), and assigned several rows for rotating annuals. It is not uncommon to see an American Kestrel hovering overhead and diving down to catch mice out of the compost bins; bunnies have made homes under our sheds, and migrating birds can often be seen feasting on the sunflowers. Our produce is sold to a variety of markets and restaurants around town. At least three or four times each month we give tours to community groups, host field trips for local schools, or teach classes about composting and back yard gardens. Folks from the neighborhood stop by daily to see what we’re growing and how the gardens are doing, and children from the school across the street volunteer with their parents.
When I began this project, I was very intent on setting up a wellfunctioning business, growing as many pounds of produce as I could, and turning the property into what I thought it could be. Soon I was swept up in all the ways that life was abounding, regardless of whether or not I was even present. My perspective shifted to being a grateful participant and obedient caretaker, rather than a commanding overseer. I have witnessed lady bugs attacking aphids, strawberry plants bounding out of their designated space, and early-producing raspberry canes shock us all by producing another complete harvest at the very end of the season, even while it began to snow. I could never have orchestrated these phenomena, but I am so very grateful to be a witness to them. Earth shocks me with her efficiency and simplicity. Nothing is wasted. Each seed that falls, each plant that grows, each bee and bird all work together to use everything that is available. I have learned to reuse every piece of wood, every plastic container, every string of twine. When looking at our farm, it looks quite ramshackle, but I am immensely proud that we have used almost no new materials in constructing our various buildings, compost bins, trellising systems, and work stations. Continued on page 2