The Farm – A Year Later

It’s been about a year since starting our Florida farm.

A farm on our little Florida retirement lot? Not. It’s just a phrase relatives use when referring to our suburban growing obsession. Here’s how it looked through time:

It is an obsession, as it’s much harder than most people think to grow stuff in Florida. With salty beach sand for soil, and the myriad endemic diseases and pests, plants not adapted to this environment quickly succumb.

And Florida markets are filled with a vast variety of fresh, affordable, high quality produce. Some of it is grown locally by commercial growers who know what they’re doing. And they do it on such a large, efficient scale that buying produce is certainly cheaper, easier, and more risk free than trying to grow it.

Growing things are an integral part of my being and always have been. From my earliest memories, seed catalogues were a long awaited gift that  annihilated a Wyoming winter’s monotony for this child. And I’ve followed that passion with large organic gardens when I had the acreage and the energy.

But after decades of Wyoming gardening, there wasn’t much new to learn about, or grow there.

Not so with Florida. Although I’ve had some success, I’ve also had some notable failures. I still have much to learn.