Crazy Adventures in the Life of a Redhead

Yellow has never been my favorite color---my rain garb for working out in the garden while it pours.  How I love working in the garden! The cycle of planting and growth fascinates me. Biological farming—working with the natural ecosystem of a specific plot of land to restore or enhance its natural potential—is rewarding work. Not only does my body revel in the motion of outdoor labor, but also my spirit and mind are simultaneously at work. I bless the Creator of the environment in which my garden is situated. In turn, I am blessed by seeing the intricacies of the garden, which give, replenish and improve life.   A well tended and planted garden will hopefully yield bountiful crops. I have been soaking in all the material gleaned from the experience of those around me and from the books and articles of expert proponents on deep organic farming. Practically applying what I am theoretically learning is stimulating. I finished planting, transplanting and mulc

  So, maybe I have missed yet another fall, my favorite season, but I have not missed out on the opportunity to harvest fruit. Although I do love apple picking in the fall, with the combination of fall odors, the cool temperatures, the turning of the leaves, the apple cider and apple pie, I do also simply enjoy the activity of plucking fruit from a tree and letting it resound with a ker-plunk in my basket. For my 27th birthday, I had my fill of harvesting fruit, from passion fruit vines. Grenadilla is so sweet and full of minerals and fiber. It is a beautifully complex fruit that looks lovely as it grows and refreshes the body as it is consumed. Inside of the grenadilla: the seeds are even edible and have a delightful crunch to them. A view of the volcano Imbabura and the grenadilla harvest Grenadilla can be harvested twice a year, and depending on the quantity of the crop, can be harvested over a period of six weeks or so. I think we will have a lo

This week I employed an age-old technique called transplanting—taking a small clump of dirt, housing a seedling of a plant or tree, and transferring it to the ground or garden. It is an effective method of giving plants a head start when the climatic elements are unfavorable (e.g., starting hot-weather plants when it is still too cold outside to plant and transplanting when the temperature warms), ensuring that only the healthy and well-formed plants are planted in the garden, or nurturing tree seedlings until they are big enough in size to survive in an outdoor, uncontrolled setting. Generally, in the case of transplanting plant seedlings, one takes the plastic potting tray of individual cups filled with dirt and the seedling (or some method where the soil remains with the seedling), remove the seedling along with the dirt, and place it carefully into a hole prepared for the transplant. The roots sometimes take time to adjust and may go into “transplant shock;”

Ecuador is a beautiful country, and I am blessed with the opportunity to learn more about agriculture in the majestic mountainous area of Ibarra, about two hours north of Quito. The sunsets are particularly alluring, and the weather is ideal albeit slightly chilly in the early morning and evening hours.    I hope that my one turtleneck and flannel shirt will suffice for my two months here. If not, I can always head to the market in town and buy something warm! My first week was wonderful, although my injured back keeps me from fully delving into strenuous farm work. I have tested my physical limits but the sharp pain in my side prevents me from tenaciously pursuing farm tasks, as I normally would. Hopefully I will have fully recovered by next week. I am learning to navigate the routine duties on Finca la Amistad and finding my place in the work. I think that I will be most useful helping the farm to grow vegetables in the greenhouse and in a newly plan