From the reports of an FDA Inspector on Silah Zema's Farm
First time I showed up to the farm was when Zema was just getting started. She bought this small, brick house on a large plot of land. The house was a total dump, mind you; I wouldn't live there for free. But the land is great. Very, very fertile.
When I came back a few weeks later, her farm was looking much better. She was tending to half of the prepared plots with no trouble at all, although she had some sort of bug infestation.
Intending to warn her, I drove back to the farm as fast as I could. But by the time I got there, I was too late. Her sprayer malfunctioned, sending radioactive spray everywhere. I couldn't approach until the air had cleared and the radioactivity decayed, but when I did, I was horrified.
I couldn't allow her to keep selling her produce on the general market. For all I knew, the ground itself was infected by this radioactivity. I did help her find some private buyers who were willing to take the risk, though. So Zema kept on working, and her garden prospered.
Frost, however, could still harm her. So as winter rolled around, she built a greenhouse where she could grow her plants twenty four hours a day.