How Our CSA Works

People who join our CSA will get the first pick of the crops from our fields each week, a diverse mix of fruits and vegetables in appropriate quantities.  We deliver boxes once a week to neighborhood drop sites throughout San Francisco, the East Bay, and Sacramento areas.  In return, subscribers agree to pay for their produce in advance, with discounts based on the size of their commitment.

We offer three different size boxes to accomodate your household and eating habits.  Each box is carefully designed for useability and balanced between fruits and vegetables.  Wondering which size to order? Click here.  You can switch box sizes as long as you give us a week’s notice.  This page shows photos of each size box from a single week, and a list showing how much and what items are in the different size boxes.

What you get in your box each week also depends on the season.  Here is a chart that roughly outlines the season for each of the crops we grow. Every year will be a little different, and sometimes we lose crops for a week or a month due to the weather.

Terra Firma subscribers also receive a weekly newsletter with updates from the farm, information about the produce in the box, and recipes using it.

CLICK HERE FOR MEMBER NEWS

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