Why We Farm, A Young Farmer’s Manifesto



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Many of us never meant to become farmers. We had ambitions to enter the world as accountants or lawyers or teachers or some other clean, respectable professional. We never really thought about the origins of our food; we always knew that the supermarket shelves would fill themselves, that food came in boxes or cans ready to serve and that farmers were simply one dimensional photographs in the mix of a hot new marketing campaign.

Farming was at best some idyllic retirement scheme, never a seriously considered career possibility.

But then something happened. In the previously steady route of our lives, a shift occurred. The soil moved under us somehow, got stuck in the creases of our pants, in the ridges of our shoes, in the lines of our palms. Suddenly white picket fences, situation comedies and mutual fund returns didn’t seem so interesting anymore. The big ball game and the driving range became distractions from the reality of a new love affair. We got hooked on the possibilities of growing our own food and also providing that food to others.

The epiphany was likely different for many of us. Maybe a friend took us to a farmers’ market. Maybe someone had a plate of local hamburgers or collards at a picnic. Maybe the news of some global food disaster made us question the monocultures piled high on our plates. Maybe a real life farmer entered our life.

For a few of us, those with farming in our past – a childhood spent in the fields of the big farms or the family plots, throwing rocks into the hedgerows for little or no pay or watching over milking machines in the stench of industrial sized barns – there was no love, no kind of encouragement, no appreciation for our part in the dynamics of food production. We were simply limbs and calluses then, small gears in a giant cranking clock. We left the farm to pursue something else only to be pulled back hard when it became apparent that we could abandon everything that farming once meant to us. We could make it ours.

Still others came to farming from DIY and anti-authoritarian backgrounds, building urban community gardens or putting up food in anarchist collectives. Gardening always had a community aspect to it, but we wanted something more. We knew that we could do the work, that we had the right vision and skills. We just needed the access and the resources to get started.

Regardless of how we arrived at this point, here we are; we will call ourselves farmers from now on.

Our new loves – with their sharp hooves and unfamiliar odors, bright green leaves and bee-covered flowers – give all the confidence to continue and pursue every goal we can imagine. Our new hates – hail, crop failures and rain on market days – fully test our tolerance and keep those same goals in the territory of attainability. Throughout all the highs and lows we can look at ourselves over and over again, knowing that, if we stick to our ideals, we can do noble and appropriate work no matter what happens.

Local and sustainable farmers are our peers and our heroes, the most supportive, loving and steadfast community we could ever hope for.

We young and new farmers have the opportunity to change the features of the agricultural systems we have come to inherit. Through the way we speak, act and work we can change the old infrastructure, market by market and county by county. We have the time and ability to influence extension agents, educational systems and other institutions to make them function the way we need them to function in order to attain a sane and purposeful community based food system.

We are the new blood in the old body.

This post is part of Gordon Jenkins’s Young Farmers Unite series, where he writes and invites others to write on the challenges young farmers face, and how we can support new farmers at their profession.

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  1. Friday, February 6th, 2009
    I've had so many of those moments at the green market thinking that I should quit it all start farming...and I think that the climate of the world right now will leave more young people wanting to explore those possibilities...thanks for writing this honest piece.
  2. Thursday, February 12th, 2009
    Thanks for sharing, Trace. Young farmers unite!
  3. Jaime Beranek
    Monday, February 23rd, 2009
    I never meant to become a farmer either. I am still yearning for the day that I can call two acres of vegetables my community's and my own. Like you said, something happened. I remember it like it was yesterday- kneeling in the soil on the first day of my farm internship. My fingernails were cool and black with earth and I thought, "This is my job right now. I must have the best job in the world". From that moment on, I knew what I was going to be when I "grew up". I believe that if everyone had a chance to feel the earth, drink the sun, and taste life like that, the world would be a different place.
  4. Monday, March 2nd, 2009
    Thanks for writing such a wonderful piece. It's not often I get online and peruse blogs and the like, but its been such an inspiration on this rainy day to read about other young farmers falling in love with this life. It's hard sometimes to remember the extent of this young farming community, and how powerful and incredible it is that more and more young people, from both farming and urban/suburban areas, are seeking out this life and vocation. Thanks for telling your story!