Since my last blog update, I've done all of this and more:
- learned a bit about temperate zone deciduous fruit trees from Orin Martin
- transplanted flowers into beds in the Chadwick Garden/Up Garden
- labeled many plants for the plant sale this weekend
- weeded and added more roses to a perennial rose garden
- learned about Alternative to Violence Program and practiced nonviolent communication during a workshop
- got to know new friends better
- read about and heard lectures and saw demos on both cover crops and tillage & cultivation
- skimmed cover crop with both a machete and a spade
- pulled cover crop roots out of the ground on a slope and then pushed a ball of cover crop greens up the hill to a wheelbarrow
- pushed a wheelbarrow around the hilly Up Garden with various loads
- witnessed single-digging and double-digging
- helped single-dig a bed in the Up Garden
- stayed up late playing cards and board games in the Farm Center
- baked three loaves of sourdough one day and six on another
- spent 12 hours cooking three meals with another apprentice, featuring a lot of kale and beets!
The view from the farm fields today with Monterey Bay in the distance. It's still unbelievable that I live here.
This past Saturday was my 25th birthday and Earth Day, so I celebrated a quarter century on this beautiful planet with nearly everyone in my family as well as close family friends and neighbors I grew up with. Among the generous gifts I received was a very special photograph from my dad's mom, who is also a gardener. Taken in May 1942, it shows her with her brother and grandfather (an organic farmer) on his farm in Minnesota. She wrote a note to accompany the photo, which reads, "[My grandfather] had pulled the wagon of manure with his tractor and I had used the pitchfork to distribute the manure between the rows of his field. I don't remember what he planted but it could have been corn. I wrote on the back of the picture it was the best day of our vacation. We had gone back to Minnesota from California for a week." My great-great grandfather Hank, who was born in 1875, was 67 at the time the photo was taken, and my grandmother was nine. She continued in her note, "I hope this picture reminds you the organic gardening genes are still alive and living in you."
Until next week,