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So who is this Herban Farmer?

Little me (right) with BFF Kathy

An unwitting naturalist since early childhood in the Garden State—New Jersey. My parents and I lived in a teensy suburban Cape Cod style house painted white with black shutters and surrounded by a white picket fence. We grew tomatoes, peppers and grapes; canned fruit and vegetables; went twilight fishing on weekends with a stopover at Carvel’s on the way home. Early on, I developed skills in sewing, cooking and yard work. I became a loyal fan of Tastykakes, Turkish Taffy, Taylor Ham, Ronzoni and fresh light-but-crusty hard rolls with butter after church on Sundays. I dreamed of having a yard-sized greenhouse, a horse, moving to Florida and going to the beach every day.

As a kid I had a strong urge to be close to nature. In winter you’d find me sprouting radish seeds, bird food and herb seeds pilfered from the kitchen cabinet in homemade terrariums. The rest of the year I’d be in the woods nibbling on birch bark and wild berries, trying to trap wild mice for pets (they always outsmarted my traps), bringing home tadpoles, frog eggs and baby turtles from Duhernal Lake. I would run through the woods trying to be like an Indian and not make any sound with my footfalls (I still startle people because of that training). I immersed myself in nature and still wanted more. I was adopted occasionally by both wild and domestic animals. I caught full-grown fish with my bare hands by “hypnotizing” them with touch. I had an innate sense of herbal remedies and food as medicine.

Today I’m living in the most suburban of suburbans and still deeply connected to nature. I’m married and have a fantastic teenage son. Our family includes an elderly yellow Lab, two African Grey parrots, some gold fish, a horse, chickens and a pond full of koi. I garden, fish, sew, cook, grow things, paint, make jewelry and journals. I still love to run through the woods. I look to nature for answers and sanity. I enjoy writing. I’m slowing down my graphic and web design business so I can have more time to express my creativity. I’m a certified botanic illustrator and some of my illustrations were published in a 1996 book Xeriscape Plant Guide and a couple of related calendars.

I’m learning how to oil paint and have started by painting nature. My first oil is of my horse Joe and hangs in my stall in the tack room. He likes his painting a lot. He licked it the first time he saw it. My next painting will be of our pond lilies and dragon flies. I have in mind something very different and special.

So here is my blog. For once it’s not about web sites, graphic design or search engine optimization. It’s about what I love, have learned and want to share.

“Hold on to your diapies babies” (to quote the Rug Rats), I’m going in.

Sssh! He does’t know he’s being watched.

It’s going to be a fun ride for me and I’m committed. This blog is, generally, about stuff, a direct violation of the first law of blogs, which is all about being consistent and having one specific theme. But if you stick around long enough you’ll begin to see I do have a theme and it’s simply about joy. The joy of gardening, nature, cooking and eating food and being creative… and enjoying the journey called life the way it’s supposed to be!

What is an urban farmer?

My Mac’s dictionary has no definition whatsoever. Wikipedia has a ho-hum one: “Urban agriculture is the practice of cultivating, processing and distributing food in, or around, a village, town or city. [1] Urban agriculture in addition can also involve animal husbandry, aquaculture, agro-forestry and horticulture. These activities also occur in peri-urban areas as well.”

I feel an urban farmer (or in my case, an Herban Farmer) is a person who lives in an urban or suburban setting who wants– no, needs, to be close to nature. It could be health-related (organic food and herbs), a hobby (it’s fun and satisfying to grow things), spiritual (a need to connect with Mother Earth), financial (if you go about it correctly, you could save grocery money), or the primal need to be able to feed oneself (the old hunter/gatherer urge).

You can consider yourself an urban farmer, in varying degrees, if:

• You grow herbs or veggies in your kitchen window or elsewhere in your home;

• You grow herbs and veggies in containers on your patio, balcony or back yard;

• You have a small garden;

• You have a big garden;

• You’ve added chickens to the scenario;

• You’ve now added goats or whatever your zoning permits… or not.

If you live on a few acres and do any of the above, you are NOT an urban farmer, you’re a bona fide farmer and probably won’t want to follow my blog.

I am an urban farmer. I live in the most suburban of suburbs. I’ve always wanted to live on a farm, but so far that hasn’t happened. I’ve gardened, indoors and out, all my life. As of this past year, I keep chickens. I’ve been known to cook, preserve, sew, make my own soap, paper and candles, knit, crochet, weave and use herbal remedies. I can use power tools. I paint. I own a horse. I fish and clean and eat them. I make food from scratch for my dog, parrots, chickens, husband and son. I also know html, Photoshop, other Adobe software and three independent web development tools. I have a sense for natural remedies. And I love my planet.

So, if you’re currently an urban farmer, or want to be one some day, stick around and I may come up with some information that you’ll find interesting and useful. I’ll report findings from my various gardening experiments and my experiences as a first time chicken and horse owner, share recipes inspired by my garden’s bounty and possibly outline a crafty project here or there. If you want to follow my blog, you’ll get emails when I make a new post which will keep me inspired since as of now I’m the only person on the planet who knows about this blog!