My GPS took us from our humble countryside into a rundown neighborhood. It was sad to see old houses in ill repair and yards that were not kept. People were sitting on their porches on a weekday, obviously they didn’t have jobs they needed to be at. And that is when I had to explain to my children what poverty was and how the welfare system worked, as my oldest couldn’t wrap his mind around why they weren’t at work like his father. When we pulled up at the two acre farm in the middle of all this, it was a beautiful sight to see with things growing everywhere!
We exited our vehicle, noting the folks watching us from their porches and joined the activities. This “community” event, that none of the community seemed to want to attend, hosted booths from a health care system, the drug counsel, 4H and the farm. The booths were giving away stuffed animals, cups, pencils, and balloons to the children. Sadly there were only six kids and two of them were mine.
The 4H booth had a bike powered blender where the three families that attended the event whipped up some yummy berry smoothies thanks to the leg powder of the oldest country kid. The staff working the event tried to call over the community members from their porches to have some, but there was only one taker. After drinking his smoothie, the young man left.
The event had activities for the kids, like making seed bombs, as well as fun outdoor games to show them how nature can be fun. At one point in the day, there was a cooking demonstration for the adults. Not only did they teach us how to make a watermelon salsa, but discussed proper knife handling skills, kitchen safety and nutritional info.
Okay, so by now, if you are anything like me, you might be getting a little depressed by the fact that there is this amazing garden growing with a wonderful event being held and the only people to attend were an elderly couple, a single Hispanic mother and her four children and myself with the country kids. All that hard work to put on a community event and the community didn’t bother to come……
But then I stopped and looked around me….. All these wonderful gardens growing beautiful produce…. These few families having fun….. We WERE being watched….. If nothing else, we had peeked the curiosity of the community! And curiosity is the beginning of learning. And THIS is why urban farms matter! Maybe only a few of the community youth are involved with this garden, but imagine the difference it makes in THEIR lives!! I later learned that one of the community youth who used to volunteer, now runs the program. What an amazing thing that is for that person.
I blog in the hopes that I can inspire just one person to try something new, just one, and it will all be worth it. Urban farms do the same thing.... reaching out in the hopes of trying to inspire the community they exist in. And this urban farm not only inspires, but teaches horticultural skills, and provides produce to the community. No longer can the community say they can't eat healthy because produce cost too much or they don't have access to it. The farm stand at this urban farm has great prices and is in walking distance to the community. And THIS is why urban farms matter!
|Photos courtesy of Sprout Urban Farm the organization who puts these urban farms into area communities.|
So why do urban farms matter? Because they change lives, one community member at a time. Change may be slow, but while planting vegetable seeds, they are planting hope in a community that needs it!