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Farmer Josh and I also spread hay around the borders of the west crop to try to
reduce weed pressure by eliminating sunlight adjacent to the plot.
Each bed created is 34" wide and 20' long. with the alleys that's 10' wide.
After scraping the weed back, the beds were aerated with a fork, hoed and raked
Each bed created is 34" wide and 20' long. With the alleys that's 10' wide in
total.
After scraping the weed back, the beds were aerated with a fork, hoed, and raked
to provide some loose top layers for the seeds to establish in.
### Plants
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Overall, the west crop is going to be a good experiment. I'm of the belief that
anybody can garden in a raised bed with pristine soil, assuming they have good
sun and water. Working a native soil presents a few more challenges which I
will have to content with this season. Additionally, since the west crop isn't
will have to contend with this season. Additionally, since the west crop isn't
on my property, I'll be making trips out there a few times a week, which will
require far more planning than the casual "step outside the front door and
get dirty."

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title: "The philosophical motivations of putting things into and, later pulling different things, out of the ground."
tags:
- opinion
- croyfamilyfarms
- garden
---
Based on my records, which is really just an orange spiral notebook, I
have been gardening for a bit over three years. During that time, I have
learned a tremendous amount about the biology that sustains us, and the
tasks necessary to produce edible, and at times even tasty, food from soil,
seed, and sunshine. This season is [my most ambitious
yet](/2017/04/24/the-2017-growing-season.html), I added [an extra 200 sq ft. in the West
Crop](/2017/05/07/planted-the-west-crop.html) and I planted a variety of
plants which I've never planted before including bush beans, summer squash,
potatoes, leeks, beets, pumpkin, strawberries, okra, brussel sprouts, and
scallions. Despite working at a frenetic pace to get everything going, I have
had time to reflect and wanted to share some of the **motivations** for my
gardening zeal.
<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/agentdero/34128361464/in/album-72157683158804366/" title="North crop"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4225/34128361464_22c3c1561d_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="North crop"></a>
After moving to northern California, surrounded by fantastic restaurants, and
influenced by more savvy friends, I began to appreciate food differently than I
had while growing up. I began to appreciate flavor, texture, and above all,
quality of the food.
After years of consuming, in that first season I started gardening, I produced
more tomatoes than I could possibly ever consume, and started to share them
with colleagues. I came to appreciate food on a very different and social
level: sharing good food is perhaps one of the most primitive levels of
human goodwill.
Regardless of whether it's grown, baked, fried, or grilled, there is something
very fundamentally satisfying about sharing a delicious meal with people, or
reciprocally, having somebody share a delicious meal with you.
<a data-flickr-embed="true"
href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/agentdero/34096099343/in/album-72157683158804366/"
title="Potato flowers"><img
src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4196/34096099343_a7f8a80293_z.jpg"
width="640" height="480" alt="Potato flowers"></a>
Last year, when I tore up a few hundred square feet of pointless dying sod in
our front yard, I unwittingly embarked on a quasi-social experiment in my
neighborhood. Without a fence, for the first time, my garden was publicly
accessible. Anybody could walk right up, smell the flowers, steal a tomato, or
kick over a bush. As the idea developed, I set out a wooden picnic table, a
little wooden "surplus" box, and a water bowl for dogs passing by on hot
summer days.
I started to meet people left and right, talking about our respective
gardens, or other neighborly small talk. Eventually I met Dana, probably 20
years my senior, who would walk her dog past our house, and enjoyed
sitting at the picnic table to rest and enjoy the garden.
Last season I shared tomatoes and zucchini with her, and she shared soups she
made with me. This season, she's growing sugar snap peas from seed I gave her
at the end of last year, and already tested some of my radishes and sugar snap
peas.
Gardening has broadened my social circle and elicited connections with
neighbors in a way I had not experienced before.
<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/agentdero/34432247822/in/album-72157683158804366/" title="More pretty radishes"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4158/34432247822_25c311b45f_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="More pretty radishes"></a>
When a person looks across a patch of seemingly inert soil, they probably just see dirt.
Now, I see the potential for something beautiful and delicious. The novel
biologic systems that come together to germinate a miniscule seed into
something edible still fascinate me. Creating an environment into which these
plants can thrive and do something for me, my friends, and my family, continues
to excite. The joy from the end result is sufficient to motivate me through
shoveling, watering, pruning, and all the other menial tasks involved with
gardening.
At a more fundamental level, my motivations are probably selfish. Somewhere
hidden deep in my monkey brain, plucking from the vine or pulling from the
earth, and sharing that harvest with friends and family certainly triggers some
happy-monkey-hormones.
That's what gets me up in the morning, motivates me through the long hot
afternoons, and keeps me watching carefully as the myriad of green stalks push
towards the sun.
A bountiful harvest, a good meal, and those happy-monkey-hormones.
<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/agentdero/34790087732/in/album-72157683158804366/" title="Official signage"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4268/34790087732_6bd3ef4978_z.jpg" width="640" height="451" alt="Official signage"></a>