The lines of my urban farm are not straight. The butter lettuce comes up weaving like a snake across its plot along side peas who are trying to climb the lattices set forth. Each section of my front yard is a country. The rainbow is Ireland. In Ireland I have planted traditional foods, such as potatoes and kale. The cold crops gather there, cabbage, parsnips, carrots, along with chard, broccoli, and cauliflower. Irish shamrocks are planted and I do hope they grace us with growth!
Italy is just a few steps away where delicious radishes are ready to be eaten and long lines of beets and garlic, carrots and purple romaine, sage, arugula, and more are peeking their heads through the virgin garden soil. Seeds of zucchini and green beans were added and long rows of tomatoes, peppers, and eggplant will join in the fun this week.
The Americas will boast corn, beans, and many pumpkins, collard greens, yams. England hosts the peas, lettuces, onions, and cucumbers. China has shisho, a bitter Chinese green for stir fry, along with snow peas, bunching onions, bok choi, yard long beans.
This just touches on the varieties I have planted in my little plots of earth, in their designated countries. Herbs will join them, wildflower gardens with miniature pumpkins, the rhubarb and asparagus I planted are already thriving. Medicinal herbs were transplanted from Aunt Donna’s house, and 23 roses have buds.
A garden plot does not have to be 20×10 with long rows of one thing or another. There are unending possibilities in the world of urban farming.
Two lawn chairs sit in the long grass of the chicken yard. An evening drink and catching up while watching the chicks run to and fro is a lovely way to enjoy our little bit of farm.