I am loving the Urban Farming project for a host of reasons. First of all, the fledgling Fox farm has given our whole family an amusing raison d'être as we run outside first thing every morning to check the crops. My 4-year-old now loves "rugulas," as in "Mommy, I ate a rugula and it was delicious." And in general, the project is making me eat more deliberately as I think about the effort that goes into producing food, whether it comes from my own garden or from a purveyor of Michael Pollan's so-called Supermarket Pastoral.
But still, I can't help but be a little discouraged by the results of my home agriculture as I extrapolate the summer's harvest based on the spring's output. For example, the photo above shows a fruit of my labor compared to one purchased at the store. Chalk one up for Supermarket Pastoral. And when I add that the store's buxom product was surprisingly flavorful and absolutely free, thanks to a retailer's coupon, it's just insult on the compost heap of my injury.
So before I lose the will to carry on with doll-sized strawberries and scraggly beds of mixed greens that look like I'm trying to grow mint-flavored dental floss, can someone please give me some encouragement?