I went up to the Ag field yesterday. That’s what I’ve decided to call the before-named Aquaponics area, because they’re diversifying into other types of organic agriculture. (And it’s more descriptive than calling it George.)
It’s been a while since I have been up there. We have a pretty big campus, and I have spent much of my spare time lately working on my own kitchen garden.
The field is a plateau, backed by the north wall of the canyon, and has a spectacular view of the pine-forested south wall. When I am there, I have a feeling of peace and quiet, like it’s just me, God and nature.
The Oosties and the Thompsons are doing a fabulous job turning a sun-baked field of transplanted dirt (read rock) into beds of soft, sowable soil. Last year, they broke heavy machinery trying to dig post holes to put in a fence. That’s hard dirt. Today, we pulled weeds and got whole roots out. That, my friends is a green-thumbed miracle.
They are at the early stages right now, putting in rows of kitchen compost and leaf compost, divided by rows of wood-chip-covered cardboard, to keep the weeds down. Robin is sowing peas and spinach and Dan is building what I’ll dub a compost silo.
Maybe I’m just a gardening geek, but this makes me excited. I can’t wait to see the produce, and more than that, to see the ideas multiplied in people and places, and taken to those most in need. Hunger is not a necessary evil. It is a challenge we can take on, and win.