I've lived on a farm in the big island and have experience with growing things besides the usual theoretical knowledge gained from reading and being a huge nerd. I have no fantasies about how farming really is, the ground does not break itself and there's a goddamn reason those giant farming combines are in such high demand. I do however have limited experience with small scale industrial farming--that is farming to produce food for more then your own consumption. The problems and possible solutions are absolutely titillating to an engineering geared mind, images of the roman aqueducts come into mind.
The reality,
What the fuck is this shit? its a buncha goddamn weeds! Jesus apparently all plants look like weeds when they first start growing. What I most likely glazed over during the explanation is that this farm is actually a plot to help students learn about farming hence it is clearly not geared towards growing large quantities of food for industrial purposes. Reality has once again throw its wrench into ideals and dreams of what a farm would be.
Once I got used to it and actually started to get familiar with the design and layout it wasn't that bad! Farming without giant machines and poisons is apparently very primitive haha, stick seeds into a hole and kill all opposing seeds but the seeds you want. The problem is goddamn nature, the ground is absurdly healthy and swarming with literally thousands of insects and the weeds are literally everywhere. Identifying the plants you want is rather hard because a green rage settles over you and you just want to kill anything that looks like a weed. Farming is rather easy once you get used to it, a single man could easily handle that entire plot if he were to administer to it daily.
In the end i'm outside learning important skills about growing my own food in case things get bad or I suddenly become rich and can afford land and the free time to administer it and I normally would be unconscious in my bed anyhow. I laughingly sung this song to myself while weeding the cucumbers nimbly avoiding the red ants that were broiling out of the holes the weeds left.
Where they say be ready by 7:15,
But they come at 8!
They say theres plants a-growing,
But i see nothing but fucking weeds!
I ain't gonna work on libre farm no more!
See you on the farm every saturday!