I dare you to read this post by a 16 year old farmer and not get goosebumps.
At her age I was flipping burgers at McDonald’s, not jumping into urban farming . . .
What an inspiration!
I dare you to read this post by a 16 year old farmer and not get goosebumps.
At her age I was flipping burgers at McDonald’s, not jumping into urban farming . . .
What an inspiration!
Unfair Regulatory Penalties Discourage Local Family Farming
Finally, here’s some common sense in a sea of absurdity.
The best way we can fight back for sanity in our food systems is to tell the powers-that-be to pound sand.
Those who would regulate and legislate our lives and freedom away in the name of consumer safety haven’t protected us from listeria-laced sandwich meat, contaminated eggs, tainted spinach or deadly burgers. Perhaps if they spent less time harassing local growers they’d have more time and money to police the big boys who really have the power to do some serious damage . . .
Anyway. . .
What a breath of fresh air.
Take a deep breath. Release. Repeat.
It’s occurred to me that over the years I’ve been jabbering away on here, I’ve never really done a post on our urban farm. Better late than never.
So you want to grow veggies! Awesome! Super! Fantastic!
Now what? Where do we start?
First things first. Let’s pick a spot.