The final report in the series.
ORANGE — Last November, three weeks into my year at Farm School, we planted our first crop. Inching down square-shouldered beds, we blessed, buried, and patted 9,000 cloves of hardneck garlic. The very cloves we planted had been saved from the previous year’s harvest, which had sprung from the harvest before, and on and on. The more than 100 students who have passed through the Farm School all kicked off their year in the same way, and now it was our turn. We thrilled at the sparkling afternoon, at the dirt under our nails. Four seasons of farming lay before us.