Summer mornings start peacefully at 21 Roots Farm. When the youth farmers arrive, it’s possible to hear their footsteps as they crunch their way up the gravel road. The broiler chickens are quietly cackling to themselves, and a gentle breeze rustles through the tops of the trees. It’s already warm, and the farmers gather under a maple tree. Each one gets a mini clipboard, a pen and a laminated checklist of the day’s activities, which start with a welcoming exercise.
“What’s your favorite artist?” Farmer Jenny asks the group. “I’ll go last, you start us off.” She points to Farmer Heather, who has pulled her whole body into her plastic chair and wrapped her arms around her knees. She shakes her head and hides under her mini clipboard. (Note: Youth names have been changed to protect their identity.)