You wake up at the first sign of pink in the Eastern sky because your weiner dog is howling and obviously dying of starvation. Who needs roosters anyway?!?
When you live on an urban farm it is important to wear the correct "gear" for working the back 40. Wearing chicken socks are of utmost importance.
When you live on an urban farm your chores are never done... ... and things always break requiring repetitive use of a screwdriver and the phrase "righty, tighty...lefty, loosey".
When you live on an urban farm irrigation water is vital for the success of your crops.
... and you spend the entire day dragging the hose around to flood your raised beds.
While they flood you do crop work. Like deadheading roses and iris. ... and harvesting rose petals for your nieces wedding.
When you live on an urban farm the views are amazing and everywhere is potential and promise of beauty and deliciousness to come.
When you live on an urban farm you feel a sense of accomplishment and wonder...
The beauty, the lavish spectacle of nature, the sheer immensity of the sky...
When you live on an urban farm...
You take lots of advil at the end of the irrigation day and thank your lucky stars you only have a half acre...because, honestly, any more urban farm property would probably kill you.
OK. Urban farmer signing off now and heading for a hot bath. Yikes, how did I get so ridiculously out of shape?
Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question.