I have been a dedicated volunteer over the University of Oregon’s Urban Farm since moving to Eugene in June. This term I became an actual “employee” at the farm. The whole class has about 80 students who then get split up into smaller groups. My job is guiding about 10 of them in their journey of learning about food production.

It has been easier than I thought in some ways and harder in other ways. The students are, for the most part, complete newbies. I was worried initially that maybe I didn’t know enough to be a mentor to them, but compared to their experience I know plenty.

One of the harder aspects has been making some of this stuff sound as interesting as it really is. Today, for example, I gave them a little lecture about soil life – how compost gets made, what lives in the soil, what is good about beneficial bacteria and fungi, etc. I think this stuff is fascinating, but to a group of 20-somethings a few weeks away from graduating, it’s hard to tell if they agree.

The hardest part of working at the farm has been wrestling with time. Gardeners know it takes time for things to grow in, but it makes me feel impatient for my students when we work in the pouring rain and they don’t get the immediate gratification of picking what they just planted. Instead we have to wait several weeks for the plant to mature. When we plant tomatoes in a few weeks, chances are they won’t even get to taste one we grew because they will graduate before they turn red.

But that is the real experience of tending a garden. You put in a lot of time and labor and sometimes don’t reap what you sow for quite some time. Working in the pouring rain sucks, but it is what we all do as gardeners in the Pacific Northwest.

I find myself spending more time than I thought outside of class trying to research new ideas to keep things interesting at the farm for them. I have started implementing some of the same tactics used in children’s gardens – producing results quickly by planting short-term things like radishes and peas.

This is a bigger responsibility than I think I originally realized. In a way, this is maybe their only chance to get bitten by the urban farming bug. It can be a magical, transformative experience to learn to work with the soil. I just hope I don’t mess it up! Suggestions are mighty welcome :)

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Written by Renee Wilkinson