Wa'Djinnabi wasn't what you would call a farmer. That is, while he liked to grow things and get his hands dirty, he tended to only really assist actual farmers in things like tilling, sowing and harvesting. If anything, he was a gardener, and he wasn't very good at that. He hadn't grown up learning all the tips and tricks that a good farmer had to bring his crops to yield. Even if he had Bala's blessing, that was less from skill and more from passion.
It was early morning in the Empyreal Demensne not far from the pavilion Kelski set up for them. At dawn the night watch came in and woke up the next shift and food and preparation for a day of hard work was started. Considering his blessing, Djinn was assigned the task of starting the farm. From what he did know of farming and agriculture, they would be at a disadvantage. They missed out on a whole season of growing time so they would not be able to grow the tradition kinds of grains and vegetables. Even with Bala's gift between him, and another lady named Mercy, they would be hard pressed even getting quickly growing foods to harvest before the winter frosts killed the plants, but Dawson was a professional and he would guide Djinn and Mercy into getting the farms up.
Djinn sipped a mug of aromatic tea as he surveyed the land he was assigned. A somewhat small plot, all things told. Though he would be able to expand it over the course of several days if he ran out of space. "So, what do you think Dawson?" He asked gesturing the soon to be farmland, grass and weeds dotting the area in the cool predawn light. "Well, let's see... there are what 20 of us? Give or take. To feed one person for a year we will need about... a half to a full acre of cropland, assuming that we use Bala's gift to supplement the growing time and the food we get from hunting, fishing and trading, we should probably start at 5 acres this year and expand to 10 next spring. The better we get at it the less space we will need and gods willing, if Bala grants us even more favor we could shrink that space even more." Djinn nodded to this and considered.
"In that case. We should go with as compact crops as we can. Corn is probably our best grain, we can make that into flour or eat it as it is." Djinn mused, more of a stab at being helpful in this planning, "Tomatoes will be good to help prevent scurvy and potatoes will be useful because they can grow over the winter months, provided it doesn't get to cold here, same with carrots. Grapes would be a nice summer treat that we can press into wine. Speaking of wine, we might want to grow barley for beer. Even if we drink it ourselves, we can also sell to the Svefra or even Zeltiva." He turned to mercy with his upper arms crossed, his middle set on his hips and his lower set behind his back, in his homeland this was a contemplative pose, though it didn't take much to make it confrontational.
Mercy replied with, "I'm thinking barley, corn, and something called amaranth for grain. You bring up a good point about brewing." She smiled, "Life is hard enough without some beer to take the edge off. Anyways, tomatoes, rhubarb and maybe some gourds. Though I wonder if we will have enough space to grow such a diverse amount of crops at the amounts we need."
The trio was silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
Planning out fields was harder then Wa'djinnabi ever supposed it would be.