Written by Casey Gold | 08 April 2010

This past Tuesday April 6th was an exciting day for students and interns alike at Hayes Valley Farm. The farm was graced with its first ever group of youth from Presidio Hill School, a co-educational independent K-8 school located in San Francisco’s Presidio District. The visit was coordinated with the help of HVF Volunteer Allie, who leads the After-School Program at Presidio Hill, as well as HVF activist/organizer Booka and Garden Educator Intern Casey.

Nine children, ages 5-9, and three adults arrived to the farm at 11am to begin their day of holistic education. Blue skies and a pleasant springtime breeze brought smiles to the faces of all. Introductions were in order, as were blue-tape nametags in line with our farm tradition. The group formed a circle and played “Name Yourself and Your Favorite Fruit or Vegetable” which solicited delicious responses like artichokes, tomatoes, and persimmons. On to the farm tour, where the group was led up the south side off-ramp from coconut coir hill to sheet mulch heaven. The curious youth loved touching the various soils and discerning their differences, which led to great Q&As surrounding soil building, organic fertilizers, and nutrient solutions.

The farm tour ended up at the Freeway Fruit Forest where the educators explained the purpose behind container gardening and companion planting, as well as our intentional selection of San Francisco specific flora. The group gazed in awe down below at Fava Bean Hillside for an enlightening lesson on nitrogen fixation, or in kid terms, the bright greens giving back. Fava beans are a great tool to help us reinforce the connectivity of all living things.

The team moved on to a collective brown bag lunch followed by a composting exercise and hands-on worm bin maintenance. The kids loved holding the squirmy wormy invertebrate- Who wouldn’t? They coupled the interactive worm lesson with coloring images of worms to be laminated and stuck to the worm bin itself. This way, the artistic impact of the kids will live on at the farm.

The final hour at the farm was comprised of hands-on planting and button making, two activities that provided the kids with take-home goodies to cherish in the days to come. They were given small plastic planter pots to sow their legume of choice, either Blue Pole Beans or Scarlet Runner Beans. Their homework- to water, watch, and wait 60 days for their bean to sprout. And for the buttons- Each kid decorated his or her very own Hayes Valley Farm seal which was magically transformed into a 3” badge and served as a memento of their amazing inaugural visit to Hayes Valley Farm.

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Written by Rob Joyce | 05 April 2010

I live in the neighborhood, and I was excited and intrigued when I saw little “Hayes Valley Farm” signs appear on the chain-linked fences a few months ago. I showed up for some Thursday work parties and joined in the sheet-mulching fun, picking up pearls of permaculture wisdom from David Cody while getting some interactive, outdoor exercise. I was drawn in by the easy camaraderie, the opportunity to be immediately useful, and the beautiful audacity of the whole project. But I soon wanted more Farm in my life, and since I lived nearby, I looked for a way to get a little bit into my daily routine.

So I showed up more. I learned more from Jay about the daily needs of the Farm - turning compost, making sure the fruit trees and starter plants had enough water, and checking the moisture level in the berms I had a tiny part in building during the preceding weeks. I discovered the challenges of moving a 200-foot hose (affectionately called Stumpfinder) around the site, and got satisfaction from discovering little tricks of efficiency. Sometimes I am able to come early in the morning, rolling out of bed and down Oak Street for a couple hours of peace among the fava plants. The afternoons are usually more abuzz with activity, and therefore present more opportunities to learn from my fellow farmers - always more fun than learning on my own.

Part of my joy with the Farm is seeing it grow, both physically and as a community. If you haven’t been by to check it out, I encourage you to do so. Talk to people about what they are doing, and tell people what you would like to do. There is something fun for you, whether your idea of fun is frolicking through the favas or getting a physical workout. “Have fun” is the only directive I have heard on the Farm, and it seems to be a mighty fine way to build a community.

Looking up Oak Street from the Freeway Food Forest
Photo by Zoey Kroll, June 9, 2010

16 March 2010

For the last couple Sundays, I have spent some time volunteering at Hayes Valley Farm, a new community farm project at the corner of Laguna and Oak. This was the site of the Central Freeway ramp before the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake. The city zoned it for residential development, but it has remained a vacant, derelict, fenced-off block of ivy, trees, and pavement for the last twenty years. The site was recently activated for community use as a urban gardening education center, sponsored by the San Francisco Parks Trust. Hayes Valley Farm is an interim project lasting two to five years, maybe longer, until the economy picks up and the city’s development plans are back on the table.

This week I was put on site beautification, which involved weeding and cleaning up the chain-link perimeter of the farm. As Hayes Valley Farm Project Director Chris Burley put it, we just want to keep the site clean and green, so that people will respect it. Cleanup involved tearing up ivy, thistle (ouch!), and other undesirables that had spilled over onto the sidewalk. It also meant picking up paper coffee cups, soda cans, beer bottles, syringes, bags of dog poop, and other signs of city life. A cigarette lighter. A dye packet from a hair coloring kit. The cut corner of a cereal bag. There’s something eerily post-apocalyptic about seeing these discarded pieces our lives incorporated into nature, tangled up in ivy, packed into mats of soil that have collected in gutters.

Currently, I'm living in the San Francisco Zen Center, just a block up the street, and as I picked up trash, I thought of American Zen icon Issan Dorsey. I recently read Street Zen: The Life and Work of Issan Dorsey, a wonderful book about someone who could, by all accounts, be considered a modern bodhissatva. Issan was a drag queen and junkie who became one of the original students of Shunryu Suzuki and, later, the founding teacher of the Hartford Street Zen Center. He also founded the Maitri hospice for AIDS patients. Throughout his life, he stayed close to the edges of mainstream society, and his caring presence touched everyone he met. His story is an inspiration, particularly for people seeking meaning in urban life. Biographer and student David Schneider writes:

Moving through his world, I don’t feel that order has been imposed rigidly, or in a clumsy attempt to make sense of things. He seems perfectly willing to go with your arrangement if you have one, or to let things shift as they do. Issan seems instead to be in love with the things around him, and to arrange them out of affection. He told me one about cleaning. ‘You don’t clean to make things clean, so much. You clean even if it’s not a mess. You just go around and make things look like somebody paid attention to them.’

Issan’s philosophy on cleaning has stuck with me, and it came to mind as I walked around the farm site, picking up cigarette butts, bits of glass, shreds of plastic bags. Waste management is an endless, and often thankless, task. There is always more trash, but it does us no good to dwell on that. And maybe it doesn’t help us to think of it as trash at all–such as the pile of torn cardboard that may have been used to pad someone’s sleeping bag, someone’s home. This debris could be incorporated into the sheet mulching project some other farm volunteers were working on just a few feet away. The scraps simply needed to find their place in the new site.

It is therapeutic to interact with an urban space in this way, especially when you have help. Some things I appreciate about farm work are the economy and creative engagement with resources, and the cooperative nature of the work. Bringing that sense of care to this abandoned lot feels like a way of reclaiming it from the city’s neglect, and clearing and blessing it for the life, groundwork, and joy that us soil-starved city folks will bring to it.

Written by Booka | 22 February 2010

Symbiotic relationships exist between many organisms. The teeth-cleaning shrimp come to mind. A little underwater spa treatment would make anyone feel like a new animal. One lifeform needs the other to do its job or survive. Our beautiful bald berms needed a healthy dose of nitrogen, to complement our thick layer of carbon cardboard. Our job, as farmers, was to breathe new life into soil that had been robbed of a lot of its nutrients, by walls of thick ivy.  Our best solution for implementing the nitrogen cure: a healthy dose of water-resilient volunteers!

After the last few weeks of spreading cardboard and organic matter on the farm many people were wondering, what's next? What will be our first "crop" this Spring?

Written by Chris Burley | 18 February 2010

"#1 Helper" by Hayes Valley Farm

This week we had both little ones and big ones come to the site to enjoy the new community playground. The first little one, pictured above, put on his gloves quickly and got to work moving cardboard, filling wheelbarrows and pushing tonka trucks. The big ones, pictured below, spanned the gamut from creating amazing artwork to filling wheelbarrows of mulch like there was no tomorrow. One volunteer taught me the "quick method" to filling a wheelbarrow by tipping it on its side for the "first 2/3rds" then to "tip it up and fill it up" for the last bit. I love how each person can come to the site and interact in their own way, both claiming and reinventing age-old work in our modern surroundings.