Intentions for a Greener, Healthier 2011

Photo of Vermont Winter Scene

It’s natural to greet the new year with hopes and dreams, and even a little trepidation. Looking ahead into the unknown is exciting and unsettling, all at once, and it can be hard to see our own influence and control.

Many people take the opportunity of a new year to make resolutions. That might work for some people but, for many, resolutions are soon broken. We even expect it to happen. Initiating a positive change with failure in mind—even in the back of the mind—is a recipe for disappointment. Continue reading

Living with the Land or Changing It Forever?

Neighborhood woodlands

I live on land that used to be a vast expanse of pine barrens. That vast expanse is now broken up by urban sprawl and totals only a few hundred acres of fragmented pieces of native habitat. Most of that land is zoned for commercial development and will disappear someday, when the economy recovers.

Driving down the main road in my part of town this evening, en route to cast my vote in the New Hampshire primary, I flashed back to the same road more than thirty years ago, before it was developed. I recall it as wide, open scraggly land, rather harsh, really. The road cutting through it was dotted with little camp-type houses and a few mom and pop businesses. Continue reading

Polyface Farm Philosophy: Healing Ourselves and Healing the Land

A little inspiration from Joel Salatin, of Polyface Farm in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley:

In the face of all that’s gone so terribly wrong with our industrialized food system, how lucky we are for the individuals who work so tirelessly to get it right. Whether each of us is a consumer, a farmer or a backyard (or front yard) gardener, it’s so important that we maintain our focus and rebuild a food system that can feed this planet in a way that’s healthy for us and for the planet as well. We’re all in this together.

Support local farms. Shop at your local farmers market. Grow some food. It’s really important.

Greedy for Water

Watering the Garden

The soil has been close to bone dry here in New Hampshire, with daily temperatures in the high eighties and, sometimes, high nineties. Tending the garden has taken on new meaning.

Life and death, specifically.

I normally keep a close eye on the weather and only water if it’s clearly necessary. City water is expensive, and conserving water is important to me, no matter what the price. As a gardener, I embrace the challenges of building rich, organic soil and mulching as much as possible to retain moisture. During a dry spell, like this one, I focus my efforts on my vegetable garden and perennials and herbs that I’ve planted this year. Everything else was on its own.

I’ve lost a few perennials—well-established astilbes that I wasn’t paying attention to at all—and about half of my blueberries are seriously scorched, with shriveled up berries. I have never babied my blueberries, other than tossing a little mulch their way. I suppose last week’s intense heat sapped my energy just enough that I wasn’t noticing the death and destruction underway in other parts of the yard. (Just like I managed to not notice the work of the squash vine borers…)

Today, as I leave town for a few days in Minneapolis, it’s raining in New Hampshire. It’s cooler as well. It’s a gentle, refreshing rain—the kind that is pleasant to work outside in.

Television and radio announcers are making sweeping statements about thirsty lawns and gardens welcoming the rain.

Of, course, that’s true. They may be overstating the situation, at least in my part of the state. But, I’m not fooled.

A half-inch below the soil’s surface, it’s dusty still, and bone dry.

I’m greedy for water.

Perhaps it’s because I’ll be away for a few days and will worry about my garden, even though a friend will look in on it at least once for me. Perhaps it’s because I read with sadness Ozark Homesteader’s account of devastating garden losses during her recent three-week rafting adventure through the Grand Canyon. Maybe it’s because my two-week vacation is coming up soon.

How much can a gardener lean on friends?

Does worrying do any good?

I’ve prepared as best I can, and I’ll do the same before my vacation. I moved all containers to the cooler, north side of the house, where they’ll be slower to dry out. Let them be without sun for a few days; they’ll live. Most wouldn’t survive overnight after a sunny day, without a drink. Mulch is piled high in the vegetable garden, and I’ve set up the hose with my best sprayer (not the one that sprays backwards while it sprays the garden). I watered deeply this morning, even during the light rain that was falling.

How easy other summers seem now, from this vantage point. A few hot days, followed by a few soaking thunderstorms or a day or two of steady rain. Sunny days; rainy nights.

But, wait. Didn’t we complain last year of too much rain?

Were we greedy for sun last year?

Fresh-Picked Local Strawberries: Should We Worry About Pesticides?

Photo of Fresh-Picked Strawberries

Fresh strawberries are so worth the wait.

I’m not one to purchase my strawberries in the grocery store in January, no matter how delicious they look. Instead, I wait patiently for June to arrive.

New Hampshire strawberries, fresh-picked and still warm from the sun—juicy, sweet and redder than red—are perfection. Those winter strawberries can’t begin to measure up.

I wish I’d taken a picture early Sunday morning at the local farm where I picked my strawberries. A bucolic, hilltop farm with rolling fields and a dozen or so stooping pickers in the early morning light. Even if I had taken a picture, two important things would have been missing: the sweet smell of strawberries in the air and the quiet chatter of the pickers. A blissful summer scene.

Of course, a few of those berries didn’t make it into my box. They were so perfectly ripe they just had to be eaten right there in the field. Warm from the sun.

Should I worry about eating a few unwashed strawberries in the field, given that it was not an organic farm? Should I worry about eating the big box of strawberries I brought home and washed?

We’re hearing a lot right now in the news about California’s debate over the approval of the pesticide methyl iodide for use in the state’s strawberry fields. Sadly, the danger seems to be mostly for the workers who are exposed in the field. Methyl iodide is a neurotoxin, a developmental toxin and an endocrine disruptor. It causes autism, attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder and various learning disorders as well as cancer.

According to the United Farm Workers, life expectancy of field workers in California’s strawberry fields is 49 years.

A “top 50″ list I found names 50 pesticides currently in use in California for strawberries. Whether those toxins are passed along to consumers almost isn’t the point. It’s yet another hidden cost of our dysfunctional food system that we support this industry that poisons its workers, all so that we can have big, red strawberries all winter long throughout the country.

Not me, though.

I buy my strawberries locally, and pick my own when I can. (All this information is draining a little bit of the joy out of my Sunday strawberry picking experience.)

What’s my risk? And, are any field workers or farmers being harmed in the production of my beautiful strawberries?

I don’t know the answer to those questions. I do know that strawberries are hard to grow without chemicals and I do know that I love them—probably enough to accept a little risk in order to eat them.

Of course, I’d choose organic if it were easily available.

In fact, there’s only one organic pick your own strawberry farm in New Hampshire (the Shirley Farm in Goffstown), although there are many small organic growers. The University of New Hampshire Cooperative Extension website provides advice for strawberry growers; the chemicals chloropicrin, thiram, danitol, lorsban and sevin are just a few of those listed for dealing with the pests and diseases that might afflict strawberries.

The Environmental Working Group (EWG) ranks strawberries third on its Shopper’s Guide to Pesticides List of Fruits and Veggies, a list of the 49 most toxic fruits and vegetables (behind peaches and celery in toxicity). The EWG conducts its tests using washed fruit, just the way we’d eat it at home. Since we eat the entire fruit, skin and all, we’re injesting whatever residue is left on the skin of the fruit as well as what was absorbed through the roots.

Strawberries are mostly water; that’s water drawn up through the plant’s roots. At the risk of over-simplifying, it seems logical that any pesticides and chemicals applied once the plants set fruit would end up, in part, in the fruit itself.

I take comfort in knowing that both of the local farms whose berries I either purchase or pick describe their strawberry farming methods as “low spray.” It’s great knowing that they care about this, think about it and manage their use of chemicals carefully.

However, I’m struck by how little I know about what “low spray” actually means.

As much as I love my strawberries, I really do owe it to myself to dig a little deeper and ask a few more questions next time. What kinds of chemicals? When? For what? What happens when they use less?

With a little more knowledge, I could make this organic vs. non-organic choice with more confidence. And I might learn a thing or two about strawberry farming in New Hampshire in the process.

In the mean time, my fresh strawberries—those that aren’t yet in the freezer or already eaten, that is—still hold plenty of joy for me. Not the least of which is the joy of learning a little bit more about one of my favorite foods and what’s involved in bringing it to my table.

How important is organic to you when you decide where to buy or pick your strawberries?

Concord Residents Work Toward Agricultural Commission

A group of passionate gardeners and local food lovers from the Capital City Organic Gardeners (CCOG), here in Concord, New Hampshire, are in the process of forming a feasibility committee as the first step toward creating an agricultural commission in the city.

We submitted a grant proposal and were approved to receive 50 hours of technical assistance from the Central New Hampshire Regional Planning Commission to guide the process. This support is made possible through the Community Technical Assistance Program (CTAP), which provides support and technical assistance to the 26 communities impacted by the I-93 improvements project.

We’re starting with a small group, including a few local farmers, that will work together over the next several months to build community support for the idea. Concord has such a rich agricultural heritage and, even in the face of heavy development, retains nearly 2,000 acres in agricultural use. We believe an agricultural commission would give a voice for agriculture in the city, and raise the profile of Concord’s farms and farmers. CCOG will serve as the initial catalyst for the process.

The recent City of Concord Master Plan 2030 details several important agriculture-related goals for the city, which this effort will support. Among other goals, it articulates the need for preserving both the rural character of the city’s open spaces and its prime agricultural soils. An agricultural commission would advise city boards on the needs of the agricultural community, in order to help make sure these goals and others are met.

Enabled by New Hampshire RSA 674:44-e, communities may establish agricultural commissions  “for the proper recognition, promotion, enhancement, encouragement, use, management, and protection of agriculture and agricultural resources, tangible or intangible, that are valued for their economic, aesthetic, cultural, historic, or community significance within their natural, built, or cultural contexts.”

The purpose of an agricultural commission is to protect farmland, support the local agricultural economy, preserve rural character and promote local agriculture to community members and visitors.

Agricultural commissions are advisory only in nature, and do not have a regulatory role. They are the ambassadors of the farming community, acting as educators, advisors and promoters to help keep agriculture viable in New Hampshire.

It’s one more way to bring people closer to agriculture and food production, developing a better appreciation of open space, soil and farming. At a time when those are increasingly hard connections for many people to make, that’s an important goal.

To date, there are 14 agricultural commissions in New Hampshire towns; if Concord forms one, it will be the first city agricultural commission in New Hampshire. We think that’s pretty exciting.

Interested people, especially farmers, should contact me directly for more information about next steps.

Personal action can change the world.

Hanging Out with Inspiration on National Hanging Out Day

There’s always more to learn, and there always seem to be inspiring people ready to share their stories. And, just when I think I’m doing fine, I realize there’s more I can do to make a positive difference.

Tonight I attended Project Laundry List’s annual meeting and celebration of National Hanging Out Day. Project Laundry List works to make air-drying and cold-water washing laundry acceptable and desirable as ways to conserve energy. Tonight’s discussion was to focus broadly on the small changes we each can make to save energy in our daily lives. A couple of names on the panel of presenters drew my attention and I was curious to find out about energy and conservation initiatives underway right here in my hometown.

The panel included an owner of a vegan restaurant in Concord, a car dealer (speaking about vehicle maintenance and changing driving habits), a very active community volunteer and green businessperson, and the mayor. The audience of forty or so people was a lively group of environmentalists, eager to share information and inspire action in others.

Here’s a very short list of things I realized I could easily do now to conserve energy and water:

  • Drive 55 miles per hour. If we all did this, the United States would cut 20 percent of its fuel usage.
  • Wash my clothes in cold water.
  • “Imagine an egg under my gas pedal” to help avoid excessive acceleration and braking.
  • Walk to work, even once a week.
  • Buy a low-flow shower head.
  • Check my tire pressure more often and keep my tires inflated properly.
  • Give up plastic bags completely.
  • Get more involved in making my community a better place by volunteering.

The list of suggestions was lengthy, and I did feel good about the things I already do to lighten my footprint on this earth. Being a (99 percent) vegetarian, growing some of my own food, driving a hybrid vehicle, using CFL and LED lightbulbs and drying my clothes on a drying rack are all great things to do. But there’s so much more to be done. The need is huge, and it will take small and big changes made by all of us to truly make a difference.

I was inspired by the challenge to think of my own lifestyle in contrast to that of people in a third world country and evaluate my energy consumption accordingly. Making that comparison should help me to rationalize any change I might be reluctant to undertake. How would I view my one mile commute? My need to do several loads of laundry each week, some in hot water? My habit of leaving my computer on all the time?

I came away realizing again that perhaps the biggest way that each of us as individuals can contribute to creating positive change is to inspire someone else to make even a tiny change.

Consuming one pound of meat is the equivalent of driving an SUV 40 miles. If I can inspire a couple of friends to give up one meat meal a week and try a vegetarian alternative, that would be the equivalent of not driving that SUV 4000 miles in one year. Meatless Monday really is a powerful concept, isn’t it?

One woman spoke of the pledges she made twenty years ago on the twentieth anniversary of Earth Day, one of which was to give up the use of paper products. “The more I’ve done it, the less I’ve missed it,” she said. A panelist described walking to a public place in the evening to read, to take advantage of lighting that would be on for the evening anyway, rather than turning on lights at home.

It takes 16 to 21 times of repeating a new activity to create a habit. After that, it’s a routine that requires little or no conscious thought to continue, which means we should be ready for a new challenge.

As we approach Earth Day in just three days, let’s consider the small and not so small things that we each might do to create a cleaner, more sustainable environment. Then, go one step further and inspire someone else to make a small change, too.

A woman in the audience commented to the panel: “Thank you for all that you all do to make this place a community instead of just the place we all live.” Judging by her energy, she’s been a major contributor herself to creating this community.

And then, I got recruited by the mayor to join the City’s Energy and Environment Committee.

Like I said, there’s always more to be done!

The Privilege of Eating Locally

I made the trek to Hardwick, Vermont on Tuesday night for the release of Ben Hewitt’s book, The Town That Food Saved: How One Community Found Vitality in Local Food. I’m glad I did.

I was conflicted about making the two-hour drive up and back on a weeknight but, in the end, I chose to go to hear Ben speak and read from his book in Hardwick because I wanted to see and understand firsthand how the book is being received in his own community. Being part of the discussion in Hardwick’s crowded Galaxy Bookstore (easily 100 people showed up) was the perfect way to understand the community’s response.

Hardwick’s story is, on the face, a simple one of a hard-hit Northeast Kingdom town that has evolved in recent years to become the center of a thriving local food economy. Through the efforts of several future-minded entrepreneurs (Hewitt calls them “agrepreneurs”), Hardwick has been called “the number one local food town in America” by the New York Times and Gourmet magazine. Through ongoing media attention, even a visit from Emeril Lagasse, businesses like the Cellars at Jasper Hill and Jasper Hill Creamery, Vermont Soy and High Mowing Seeds have all flourished on a national scale. The many simple, traditional farms (even the organic ones) in the area that do not produce high-end, value-added products that can be shipped to far away markets have gone relatively unnoticed by the media.

Therein lies the emerging tension in Hardwick. “This is a much more nuanced and complex story than I once believed,” said Hewitt, at the start of the gathering. He went on to describe a growing chasm in the community between the agrepreneurs who believe that their efforts, along with those of others like them and Hardwick’s nonprofit Center for an Agricultural Economy, will show the world what a healthy, functioning food system looks like.

Many of the key pieces are already in place. Except for one thing: Hardwick cannot feed its own people, who take home on average $300 per week. Thus, the perception among many in town that local food is a hobby for the wealthy. Through one lens, the numerous local food businesses constitute a welcome economic boost, in jobs, taxes and an influx of dollars to the local economy. Through another, until affordable, healthy food can be produced and sold right in town, to Hardwick residents, some would argue that the system is failing. One dairy farmer in the book even described picking up a load of $4 per quart Vermont Soy soymilk at the Hardwick Food Pantry (my soymilk of choice) for his pigs, because “they couldn’t give it away.”

I’m only halfway through the book. (I’d be done, except for having to recover from the long, late night drive!) And, I know from hearing Ben Hewitt speak that he ends up coming down personally in favor of Hardwick’s growing local food economy, and believes it will survive and thrive in spite of the media attention it continues to receive.

This all does have me thinking a lot about the privilege issue, however, and my own role in the local food movement. I came to this quest, if you could call it that, for health reasons. As I moved more and more solidly to a plant-based diet over the last few years, choosing organic food whenever possible made sense. Finding CSAs, farmers markets and growing a little of my own food was all part of that evolution. Doing all of that to support a healthier lifestyle was my goal. (The environmental goal was secondary, honestly.) But, I’ve been able to do every one of those things because I could afford them.

Reflecting on my how my own choices could potentially open up these benefits to other people less fortunate would be a good thing. Whether it’s through donating my time or money, or by speaking up on important issues about food access, surely I can make a difference.

Food stamps still aren’t welcome at all but three of New Hampshire’s many farmers markets. And if they were, is the food really affordable? (In Boston, food stamps are worth double their value at the city’s farmers markets.) A parent feeding a family on food stamps surely will shop where a dollar is going to buy the most food, right? There’s so much work to be done in this area, and so much to be said, that I’ll leave it at that. Yes, I believe dabbling in local food is largely a privilege. (It occurs to me now that here is exactly where the power of gardening comes in, especially community gardening for those in cities who don’t have yards to till.)

I’m uncomfortable with this. Yet, I continue to believe that the goal is still worth working toward. Ben Hewitt cautioned us on Tuesday night that the book does not offer answers, that it really offers more questions. The book is structured around the fundamental question “How do you build a system that’s both viable for producers and good for the locals?” Reading their stories, understanding their perspectives and recalling some of their comments Tuesday night in Hardwick is at once thought-provoking and deeply moving. Being made uncomfortable is, after all, a sign of a good piece of writing.

According to farmer Pete Johnson (Pete’s Greens), speaking from the back of the crowd in the Galaxy Bookstore, “All the people helping each other, all the learning from each other, is much greater than the tensions.” Most of the faces in the audiences shone with pride–whether it was pride in Ben Hewitt so eloquently telling the story of their town, or the pride of being part of the story itself, I don’t know. But, I do know it was pride. There may be a chasm in Hardwick, but Ben Hewitt treated his neighbors–in the book, and in the room–with the utmost respect. His book did not try to provide answers. He instead sought to learn from the farmers and food producers of Hardwick and to expose the questions raised by his own journey.

Ben Hewitt will be at Gibson’s Bookstore in Concord, New Hampshire on Thursday, March 25, at 7 p.m. I’ll be there, and I hope we can pack the room for him here, too.

Shovel, Wovel, or Snowblower Fumes Forever?

Last night and today brought ten inches or more of heavy snow to my neck of the woods–another opportunity to consider aligning my personal values with my snow removal needs. Having owned a snowblower for only a year, I’ve struggled with this dilemma since the day I removed it from its giant box. I never really wanted one. It felt like more of a need than a want. After a few really big snowfall winters–the kind where there’s no place left to put the snow and the driveway looks like a tunnel–I thought I should have one, just in case. Let’s just say shoveling can take its toll on one’s body.

Some storms just aren’t easy to handle. In the case of this latest storm, although beautiful, the snow was heavy.

I started shoveling, focusing on the peace and quiet, the health benefits, and generally enjoying the task. My driveway isn’t long, but heavy snow makes for slow going. I also shovel various paths in the backyard: to the compost heap, here and there for the dogs, and to the gate.

Past experience has shown me that shoveling it all, under easy–six-inch or so–conditions, takes about the same amount of time as using the snowblower. After shoveling, I feel warm and well exercised. After snowblowing, I am cold, wet and smell like exhaust fumes. Hence, my goal to use the shovel whenever conditions are “easy.”

A few weeks ago, I learned about the wovel. This strange-looking, wheeled shovel, a hybrid of a shovel and a wheelbarrow, is supposed to clear snow faster and with less back strain than a shovel. Its fans claim that it works as well as a snowblower, without the noise, fumes and environmental impact. A friend took the leap and purchased one and has been waiting for a good storm to test it. If it’s as good as it sounds, it could be my ticket out of my dilemma.

Today, I needed more than the shovel to get the job done. At peace with the idea of starting up the snowblower, I uncovered the beast, picked the beginnings of another mouse nest out of the motor housing, filled it with gasoline and prepared to start it up.

Nothing.

I don’t get along very well with engines and machines. I repeated the magic sequence of steps and, still, nothing. Back to shoveling I went, but with a little less joy, now full of the frustration that only wrestling with a silent machine can bring.

I completed at least a third of the job with a shovel before finally getting the snowblower started.

Tired by now, I was grateful for the snowblower’s help and even ready to forgive its unrelenting noise and fumes. My dogs are grateful for the paths in the backyard, especially the one that provides speedy, unimpeded access to the compost heap. Although I didn’t intend to split the task in this way, I accomplished a good compromise: exercise and clean air, followed by a half hour of efficient (although noisy and smelly) snowblowing. Not as bad as it could have been.

I can’t wait to hear how JordanCornblog’s woveling went today. If the news is good, there could be a good as new snowblower for sale soon. Or, I suppose I could make a certain homeless mouse family very happy by tucking it away in my shed, just in case.