As a part of my CSA, I will spend 30 hours working on the farm where all my produce is grown. I am very excited about this because as far as my suburban mind knows or cares tomatoes come from a magical place called California where the sun never sets and the fields never end. At the CSA's "Beginning of the Season Meeting" last week, I met all the people who work year round to keep the CSA going. Most of the share I paid goes to providing a "living wage" to the farm workers. The group consists of six people, most of whom do more than a couple jobs, on and off the farm. The idea of helping out is a little intimidating, humbling and gratifying. I'm hoping to get a real understanding of what I eat, and maybe pick up some much needed gardening tips along the way. 
When I went to pick up this week's share, my mom and I got our first introduction into farm work. Since its the first week that the farm staff had the extra help, I think they were a little overwhelmed by all of us. As we arrived, Steve, the head farm guy, was headed out the door, a little bedraggled from a busy day of harvesting, weeding and training inexperienced CSAers, in a steady rain for half the day. One thing mentioned at the meeting last week that surprised this naive girl, and not just a few other first timers, was that no matter the weather, plan on showing up to work on the farm. The chores must be done and unless its dangerous to be out there, don't even bother to call to ask if we'll be working. In fact, if a bad storm is headed in that direction, extra help may be needed to protect the produce. The field got a little hail damage last week from the summer storms that rolled through. These realities have never crossed my mind before.
Our assignment was the easy task of weeding nettles and pig weed from a bed of mixed greens. My mom could easily do this with no gloves to protect her hands. I had to get used to spotting the weeds and not plucking next weeks salad. Our task was pretty simple, but as the season progresses and my take-home share increases in abundance and variety, so will the work to be done in the field.
I cannot imagine living off the land as a farmer. I've attempted flower gardening for the past few summers, but my mom usually picks up when I'm too lazy to weed....and often calls to remind me to water my meager plants. The thought of investing my whole life into the land and having faith that you and your family will thrive on what survives the weather, bugs and weeds just seems improbable. I've been lulled into complacency by 28 years of getting whatever veggies I want, whenever I want them, within a 10 minute drive of my house. But I hope that by the end of this summer, a hot house tomato, picked green, two weeks ago, 3000 miles from my house in February won't taste quite as good...and probably won't make it into my grocery cart.
Some of this weeks share

Various Lettuces

Spinach
Broccoli
Tomatoes...to look forward to


