City Farm

City Farm

City farms are usually community-run projects in urban areas, which involve people interacting and working with animals and plants. They aim to improve community relationships and offer an awareness of agriculture and farming to people who live in built-up areas.

They vary in size from small plots on housing estates to larger farms that occupy a number of acres. It is estimated that more than three million people visit city farms each year and around half a million people work on them as volunteers. Although some city farms have paid employees, most rely heavily on volunteer labour, and some are run by volunteers alone. Others operate as partnerships with local authories. In London the city farms now have a show at an agricultural college called Capel Manor every September.

City farm also refers to "City Farm," a three quarter acre bio-intensive farm on the Southside of Providence, Rhode Island. This is one element of the Southside Community Land Trust. At the City Farm, crops are grown both for donation to local charities and for selling at local farmers' markets. The City Farm is also a site where children's groups from the Greater Providence area come for education on organic local farming.

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