April 28, 2012 — spent the morning digging in the dirt at common good city farm, washington. I love, love, love the idea of tiny urban farms. Sort of how I love the idea of bike-commuting…they make me think of sunshine, green, simple major-key guitar music, and a future where people live simply and happily.
Here’s the problem, I love the ideas. But I live in a pretty small apartment in a high-rise building. I tried to grow basil and parsley inside, and they both died, and anything actually vegetable- or fruit-like in here would be laughable. We can’t compost. And I have no place to store a bike, and even if I did, I’m super scared to ride it on city streets full of east coast drivers. One day, though, when I get a yard, I hope I still have the desire to grow my own stuff, or at least support little city farmers. And if I somehow end up not being a statistician, I hope I end up doing something socially conscious and food-related. (Have I told you guys about my idea for a bakery yet? I thought about it last summer and I’m still super psyched about it!). Anyway, it was really awesome to feel like a (very tiny) part of a movement back to natural, home-grown food, even if just for a morning.