Fifty fraternity members, a few returning volunteers, the first volunteer I've worked with in a wheelchair, a former intern visiting, an unannounced journalism student wanting to take photos of my daily farm life, and only me to guide everyone through our many varied projects. Amid what could easily devolve into chaos, the Youth Farm worked its magic.Read More
"Do you want to try some chickweed?" I get laughs, and more questions: "What's that?" "Is it a weed or a vegetable?" "What will it do to me?"
I scoop up a few more sprigs of this rampant, delicate garden weed from our greenhouse beds and hand them to the fraternity brothers that've come to volunteer today. A couple try it and nod ambiguously.
"Tastes like grass!" they say with smiles. At least they seem to like it.Read More