There are plenty of reasons why I love urban culture. For one, I can close my eyes and do the same thing that urban planners do — imagine a really wonderfully efficient world in which I live, work and play within about a two- or three-mile radius. In fact, this is mostly accurate in my own life right now, but I’m guilty of things (like occasional travel by air) that negate the heck out of that.
But I have a hard time when someone goes out of their way to write a whole book and make the claim that the greenest place you can live is a city like New York. Read more
Thanks to Michelle Obama (and, you know, generations of urban gardeners that predate her), the idea of a kitchen garden is commonplace once more.
But for some people, that’s not enough — not close enough to the earth and the food we all eat.
For these people, there are farm internships:
“Michael Pollan isn’t there at 5:30 a.m. making your coffee and helping you bunch carrots,” he says.
The Cures have had interns who couldn’t take the grueling work.
“July is the decider month,” he says. “Anne and I say, ‘If they make it through July, they’re going to be a farmer.”
The internships range in time and compensation (often the compensation is room and board and extra veggies), and you can find out a ton more in Camera food editor Cindy Sutter’s story, “So you want to work on a farm….“