An urban farmer sprouts in LA, watered, sadly, by jealousy…

Here’s what happened: A few months ago I came across a story on women farmers of the northeast in The New York Times Sunday Magazine. It was mostly a photo essay and mostly what you would expect—strong and weathered looking women in workshirts (one even wore a denim jumpsuit)—but the final photo was of a young woman wearing her brand new baby on her front.

“[Caroline Pam] left a career in journalism for culinary school and a succession of farm-related jobs, eventually settling down on a farm of her own,” went the caption.

“Holy shit!” went Deborah. “I know her!”

For the next week I ran around telling everyone I had ruined my life by staying with my career in journalism and not going to culinary school and never working on a farm and settling in Los Angeles instead of somewhere in Massachusetts where I could be living an amazing wholesome life farming. But then I started to think that maybe I didn’t ruin my life. Maybe I could start a farm right here!

I don’t currently have usbale dirt, but I do have a pretty nice deck that gets patchy sun. The idea is to container garden as much as I can. We’ll see how it goes!

Recreating Caroline Pam's New York Times Magazine photo on my deck.