Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Omega Project

The lecture I attended on urban gardening made me wonder--should I have a garden this year?

I grew up out in the country in central Alabama.  We had a garden through most of my teen years, so I have some experience.  I remember helping (I liked to run the rototiller), but I didn't pay very much attention to the actual "care and growing of the plants" part of the operation.  Sure, I assisted with the weeding and watering, and even a little picking now and then (probably under duress), but I don't remember much else about the experience.  After all, I was a teenager, and I'm fairly certain that most of my mental energy went to girls, motorcycles, hunting, and sports.  Holding a water hose didn't require much concentration.

So the question is, after all these years:  "can I garden?"

"But forester-poet," you say (well, only one person calls me that, but I kind of like it)--"you are a forester, a 'tree man'.  You've made your living working with plants."

Yes, that's true.  But you should know that tomato plants are not pine trees.  Trees are pretty sturdy living things, and if you can get them through the first year or two, it's hard to goof things up.  In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret:  God grows the trees--foresters collect the fees.

I'm going to do it.  I've decided to call this garden "The Omega Project."

Jesus once used the metaphor "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end."  I'm sure my garden will be the end of something--a dependence on the grocery store for fresh vegetables; an interest in gardening;  perhaps even a civil relationship with the Redhead.

Mr. Urban Gardener's plots in downtown Montgomery look like this:

My little plot started like this:

Please note all the dead grass on my lawn.

We were at a store a few weeks ago.  The Redhead said:  "We need to fertilize the lawn this year.  We'll use this" (she pointed to a bag of 'Weed and Feed').

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I said.  "That kind kills the weeds.  We just want to fertilize"

"I know," she said.  "That's what I want.  Then the good grass will fill in."

"Alrighty then," I say.  I know the lawn is mostly weeds.

Now you understand the comment about civil relationship.

Most of my Saturday produced this:

The Omega Project is all systems go.  It has herbs, peppers, tomatoes, squash, corn, sweet potatoes, and onions.

Stay tuned...

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Urban Farming

I spent some time last Saturday at the Alabama Book Festival in Montgomery.

I went mainly to see Rheta Grimsley Johnson.  Rheta is a former columnist with the Atlanta Journal Constitution, a long-time syndicated columnist, and the author of several books including her latest about Hank Williams, "Hank Hung the Moon."  I like everything Rheta writes, even though we often have quite different views on politics.  She is always gracious enough to spend a few minutes talking to me whenever I've been fortunate enough to see her at an event.

Rheta knows me because of this awful photo which horrified me but tickled her.  (I sent it to her with an apology.  What was I saying?  Neither of us remember).  She signs the books I buy, "To the man who really told me off," or something similar.

Rheta doesn't get the respect she deserves as a Southern writer.  Go buy all her books.  Now.  I mean it.

After listening to Rheta's talk, I found myself with time to kill and no writer in particular that I wanted to see. My friends Neal and Jennifer were there with their kids, so I decided to hang out with them and tag along to see the writers and exhibits that they were interested in.  Neal and Jennifer are both Master Gardeners, so we strolled over to one of the venues to listen to an expert on "urban farming."

I didn't know anything about urban farming.  I figured it might be something like urban cowboying, which wasn't especially interesting, but it did have Debra Winger in it and that made it worth sitting through back in the day.  I figured I might get lucky again.

Edwin Marty is an urban farmer and the author of "Breaking Concrete," a book about converting deserted  cityscape into sustainable gardens.  Marty has traveled all over the world, teaching city-dwellers to practice small-scale sustainable agriculture in places like Mongolia, Mexico, Chile, and Australia.  He is the president of the non-profit group "Alabama Sustainable Agriculture" which operates city "farms" in downtown Birmingham and Montgomery.

Marty had 30 minutes to present a subject that could have easily taken two hours, so I had to listen fast.  But the more I listened to him, the more interested I became in his message.  I'll paraphrase some of the high points, along with my thoughts:

"Food security is a problem for most of the urban areas in the U.S."

Yep.  Especially in light of increasing transportation costs.  If transportation is ever disrupted, we're going to have a major problem on our hands.

"Most food is transported an average of 1500 miles to U.S. consumers."

I'll buy that.  It's a shame that the small family farm has all but disappeared.

"Less than one percent of the agricultural products from Alabama end up on Alabama tables."

I think that's a stretch, young fellow.  I will agree that a lot of what we produce goes elsewhere.  We grow more grain crops here than vegetables--corn, peanuts, soybeans--crops used as animal feedstock.

"The urban gardening techniques I advocate can teach ordinary people to grow their own food and become more self-sufficient."

Yes.  Now you're talking.  Preach on, teacher-man.

"The garden in Montgomery is very popular with local restaurateurs who are enthusiastic about getting fresh, locally-grown vegetables.  Our produce sells out as fast as we can pick it."

At-a-boy.  Yes.  You mean people could actually grow vegetables and make a living?  Outstanding.

"We need a law in Alabama, like the one in North Carolina, that mandates that local restaurants and schools must buy 10% of their vegetables locally."


For those of you who don't recognize that, it's the sound of the needle being dragged across a vinyl record album.  If you are too young to know what that is, ask your granny.  OMG, BFF.  She'll, like, get all nostalgic and stuff.  She may even LOL.

If buyers are enthusiastic about your product and you are already selling out as fast as you produce it, why in the world would you want the government mandating that someone buy it?

Who do you think has done more to hurt small farmers than anyone else?  Our government, my young friend.  They have regulated, subsidized, pasteurized, homogenized, and otherwized the small farmer right out of business.  Regulation always eliminates small business in favor of big business.  Always.

The Alabama county I live in (Lee) had almost 70 dairies in the 1960's.  Today it has none.  Why?  Because the small dairies were regulated to the point that they could no longer compete with the big boys.  Big companies can hire folks just to keep up with rules and regulations.  Small farmers are too busy milking, feeding, and caring for the cows.  They can't compete.

All of this nonsense has been perpetrated under the guise of "consumer safety and protection."  Now I don't know about you, but I'd feel much safer buying my milk from someone I know who lives right down the road than from a large corporate farm in another state.

Politics aside (and I could rant much longer), the idea of "small intensive gardening" was inspiring, and it started me thinking.

I wonder if I could have a little garden like that?  Hmmmm...

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Time to Write

"You want to be a writer?  Don't know how or when?  Find a quiet place.  Use a humble pen."  Paul Simon

Inspiration comes in many forms.  For me, a simple "When you gonna write something?" can be enough.

I took a break from writing here.  There are many reasons, some rational and some not.  One that I've struggled with is that writing on a blog is somehow illegitimate--if it's not "published" writing (as in in a newspaper column, magazine, or book) then it's not worthy and not worth the effort.

I've decided to reject that notion.  I reject it because a few of you have been kind enough to read these rambling essays, this "blog about nothing in particular."  And you've been especially kind to let me know you've liked some of it.

There are over 300,000 books published in the U.S. each year.  The odds that one will be mine are low.

But the truth about writers, at least as I see it, is that writers have to write.  It is a lonely and solitary pursuit that requires nothing more than parking your backside in a chair for a substantial amount of time, trying to say something you want to say and trying to get it right.  And believe me, the latter is more important  to me.  But you can't have one without the other, and that's where the water gets deep.

So I'll keep trying, writing short stories and themed essays and magazine articles, even an occasional poem or country music song that will never show up here.  But there are enough words left over that can show up here, and I hope you and I will enjoy the result.

If so, let me know now and then.  If not, that OK too, because a writer has to write.