Oy, Fruitlands. Louisa May Alcott's "Transcendental Wild Oats," based on childhood memories of that very dicey Utopia nails the farming perfectly:
The garden was planted with a generous supply of
useful roots and herbs; but, as manure was not allowed
to profane the virgin soil, few of these vegetable
treasures ever came up. Purslanes reigned supreme,
and the disappointed planters ate it philosophically,
deciding that Nature knew what was best for them, and
would generously supply their needs, if they could only
learn to digest her "sallets" and wild roots.

Full text here: https://public.wsu.edu/~campbelld/engl368/transoats.pdf