Monthly Archives: October 2009

Garlic Planting

A dream of mine is coming true. After obsessively checking the weather every day this week, and expecting a cold, cloudy, rainy morning for our very first work party at First Root Farm, we were blessed, instead, with a bright, clear, sunny fall day. The leaves surrounding our field were red and gold, the sun shone on bales of straw and freshly turned soil, the sky soared blue and clear above us, and the air was crisp and sharp.

Across the Fields

Five months ago, when the idea of running my own farm switched from a far-off dream to a very-possible reality, I imagined a place where folks would come to share in hard work and good food. I imagined bringing people together on the land, sharing my passion for soil and sky and seed, and for the simple miracle of breaking bread together after a day of meaningful work. I imagined kids and adults planting and hoeing and harvesting side by side, and lots of laughing in the field, and the kind of gratitude that comes from doing work you love with people you love in dear places.

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I had no idea how quickly that vision would turn into reality. Yesterday afternoon, a group of about twenty folks – friends, family, and neighbors – gathered at First Root Farm to help us put our very first crop into the ground: garlic. Some folks came from over an hour away (thank you to our friends from The Farm School) to be with us at our first planting. Others came from just down the road, like Pete Merrill at Codman Community Farm, who came with a dump truck full of gorgeous compost (thanks, Pete). Some folks had never planted a clove of garlic before in their lives, and others had been doing it every fall for almost as long as they could remember. Being out on our land with such wonderful, enthusiastic, generous people is the best beginning I can imagine for First Root.

Ready to PlantGarlic ready to plant; straw ready to be spread as mulch.

We put about 680 cloves of garlic into the ground. They’ll establish extensive root systems this fall, and the straw much will keep them warm all winter. Next spring, they’ll sprout and grow tall, and if we’re looking, we’ll harvest 680 heads of garlic next July.

Seed Garlic IGorgeous seed garlic from Maggie’s Farm and Land’s Sake

The garlic we planted was generously donated by two farms that are both a part of First Root’s story. Nate, at the Farm School, gave us about 100 heads of seed garlic that Ariel and I planted, mulched, weeded and harvested as part of our year at Maggie’s Farm. Melanie at Land’s Sake gave us the rest. Land’s Sake was the very first farm I worked on, and the garlic we put into the ground yesterday was grown from garlic that I harvested, weeded, planted, and harvested again. What a blessing that we were able to plant garlic with such a rich history, seed that is already a part of the story that ties us to the land and to the community of farmers I count myself lucky to be a part of.

Planting garlic isn’t hard. Here’s how we did it. First, we hand-dug the bed:

The Garlic Row, Turned

Next, we marked our three rows with string:

Running the Guide Line IIIChecking the Line

Then, after a quick demonstration of how to plant:

Demonstrating Planting Garlic II

our hard-working crew of volunteers jumped right in.

Making Progress

Droppers dropped garlic cloves along the string-lines:

Dropping SeedMore Garlic Ready to Be Planted

while planters buried them deep in the earth.

Hard at WorkAlmost Done

Just as we finished planting, Pete, from Codman Community Farms, arrived with a load of gorgeous, rich, crumbly compost. A huge thank you to Pete for all his support as we embark on this project. Compost is magic stuff, and all the gardners who helped out yesterday agreed that this was an espeically beautiful load.

The Compost Arrives

We top-dressed the garlic bed the old fashioned way. Some folks filled buckets with shovelfuls of compst, others walked down the bed, dumping it out, and others raked it into the soil.

Spreading CompostFresh Compost, Fresh Dirt

Finally we covered the garlic with a thick layer of straw. All winter, it will insulate the garlic against the cold and protect it from wind and snow. Next spring, the seeds will sprout and poke through all that organic matter, reaching toward the sun.

Spreading Straw II

The Final Step

Our morning of hard work paid off – a beautiful bed of garlic, mulched and ready for winter:

A Good Morning's Work

Hard work and good food are two of my favorite things about farming. We left the garlic alone and headed to the back corner of the farm for a fall feast. It was a true celebration. We ate fresh bread and good cheese, yummy lentil soup, butternut squash salad, lentil salad, roasted brussel sprouts, homemade bread stuffed with leeks, cheese, and broccoli, delicious quiche, golden raspberry jam (not by the spoonful, although we could have), apple crisp. The food was incredibly good, the company was stellar, the day bright. If you could plant gratitude, I believe it would be growing in thickets at First Root Farm.

Picnic Lunch

The Farmers III

A heartfelt thank-you to everyone who came to share in our excitment, get their hands in the dirt, and have a great meal. I can’t imagine a better send-off for our garlic seed. It was certainly the sunniest, most satsifying, grateful, and joyful garlic planting I’ve ever been a part of.

The Work Group

To see more pictures, check out Tim Sackton’s flickr page. A huge thank-you to Tim (otherwise known as the official photographer of First Root Farm) for taking such wonderful photos!

Laura

Preparation

Yesterday afternoon, we started bed prep for this Saturday’s garlic planting.

Lining out the bed

We have not even started our crop plan yet, but we know that our pick-your-own (PYO) will be around the perimeter of the entire crop area. We measured 20 feet in from one side, and 8 feet in from the end where our perpendicular PYO beds will be. We are working on the assumption that we want four foot beds with a one foot pathway between them, and that the PYO beds will be a different size and make up than the rest of our beds because they are on the perimeter. So the 20′ decision came from 4′bed + 1′path = 5′ and then x 4 because we did not want our garlic on the edge of our field or accidentally in our PYO.

We brought out our graduation present digging forks and borrowed 100′ tape from The Farm School (THANK YOU!!), a few stakes (pieces of wood lying around our barn) and string and lined out our 4′ garlic bed.

Laura digs

The next step was to start digging and churning the top soil into itself. Laura and I each took a line and started by pushing our forks all the way into the soil, pulling down to release and turn the soil, and forking again closer towards the center of the bed.

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It was an undeniably beautiful afternoon, crisp and clear and we peeled off layers quickly as the work warmed us up.

You may be wondering why in the age of such enormous technology we are spending two hours digging a bed by hand when we could do similar work with a tractor in five minutes.

Some of our reasons in no particular order:

  • We don’t have a tractor – they are expensive and so is the gas
  • We don’t want to use fuel when we don’t have to
  • We love it! Farming by hand feels amazing to us – physically, emotionally, intellectually. Setting out to make growing happen and doing it with our hands and age-old tools and concepts and new ingenuity is incredible.

We finished turning the bed after the sun had dipped below our tree line.

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We are far from done – before we can plant our garlic this Saturday we still need to apply and incorporate compost and shape our bed.

It makes me feel so lucky and whole and alive to be able to connect with the land in this way and I want to share it with everyone.

Interested in joining us as we build community through hard work, connecting with land, creating access and sharing good food? Shoot us an email: firstrootfarm@gmail.com

Blissed out about work and the beauty of our land!

Welcome to our land:

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Already changing…

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Ready to build community together…

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Meet you here!

Ariel

A Good Day’s Work

We spent all day out on the land on Monday – our first big day of work at First Root Farm.

I arrived in the early morning, the sunlight still cool and golden on our freshly plowed fields.IMG_0766IMG_0778

For me, the farm is getting more and more beautiful with each passing day. Every hour I spend there, I notice a particular detail of the land that takes my breath away – the line of red and gold trees hanging over the western edge of the field, the graceful curve of an old stone wall in the back corner, the way shadows fall across freshly tilled soil. I remember the very first time I set foot on this land. I thought – eh, it’s alright, but nothing to get excited about. Now it strikes me as one of the most beautiful farms I’ve ever seen. True, it’s only an acre and a half of semi-overgrown farmland, with a busy Concord road cutting right through the middle of it, but it is already dear, and places that are dear are always beautiful, no matter how ordinary.

So, on a bright fall morning, sunny and sharp, I spent my first hours working up a true sweat and a hearty appetite on this already-dear land. Ben and Patch gracious drove out from The Farm School with a truck full of supplies: the BCS (a walk-behind tiller that churns up the soil and kills weeds), a scythe, and the more modern electric weed whacker. Our big projects for the day included hand-mowing the wet eastern edge of the filed, overrun with tall grasses, and cultivating the plowed section, which was already rampant with a healthy-looking crop of weeds.

Here’s what it looked like when we started:

Grasses think they can take over our field...

Grasses think they can take over our field...

And here’s what it looks like after four hours work:

...instead, we uproot them and turn them over!

...instead, we uproot them and turn them over!

I thought there was nothing sweeter than sitting down to a good lunch under a clear blue sky after a good morning’s work. It turns out, sitting down to a good lunch on your very own land, (or at least, land you’ve been graciously given to steward for a season), is sweeter. There is something about running a farm – a sense of ownership and responsibility – that makes the work all the more meaningful. It isn’t just knowing how to do the work, and knowing that it’s up to you to do it well – it’s something older than that. It’s the desire to create, to see your work through from beginning to end. It’s the need to root down on land, to plant your hands firmly on a piece of soil and be able to say, those peppers, that eggplant, that stalk of corn – I grew that.

As I walk back and forth across our field, I am already filled with pride, and gratitude, and an outwelling of visions, ideas, dreams. I have never paid attention to a piece of land in quite this way before. I’ve noticed things about the field that it took me years to see in other fields I’ve worked: where the shadows fall on field, and how late in the day they stay there, what kinds of weeds are growing, and where, and how many, and how quickly they germinate, the path of the sun across the soil.

In the afternoon, we took exact measurements of our two plots: the main one across the road, and another strip right behind the farmstand. Together, they are 54,00 square feet – about an acre and a quarter. If we can plow up another 100′ by 100′ square on the eastern end (which we’ve been told is very wet), we’ll be farming an acre and a half. That translates into days and days of seeding and transplanting and hand-digging beds, of weeding in the hot sun and thinning tiny carrots and beets, days and days of harvesting chard and broccoli and tomatoes in the perfect early morning stillness, days and days of eating fresh out of the ground, meals made of equal parts vegetables and hard work and gratitude. IMG_0765

Laura