I’m busy reading a book about a year in the life of an organic, sustainable farmer in America.
It is so fascinating to read how they use the manure of the animals to feed the plants and the plants feed the animals and how a piece of land is rested every second year and how to save water and how to store fruits and vegetables and when to plant what and when to harvest etc etc.
I then started to think about this and how far removed we are from our food sources. How we don’t really know what a heirloom (the original without inbreeding, for a want of a better word) apple taste like.
About a week ago I send Hubby to buy some meat for dinner and when he came back he dumped it in the slow cooker. When we had dinner I actually though we were eating venison because of the “wild taste”, we were so tickled by this that we actually went and took the packaging out of the bin to see and it was beef BUT it was organic – we were completely stunned by the taste difference between the normal beef and organic beef. And then the organic milk – also a gigantic taste difference.
And this has started me on the train of thought that the way our grandparents (not mine) but lots of people from that generation lived on the farms – isn’t that the way we should live. All self sufficient and just enough to barter or sell for essentials like clothes etc. I must admit that I’m not too certain if I want to become a farmer, I can’t even keep a succulent alive so I’m quite certain that my vegetables will all die a slow agonising death.
But think about it – every where around us there is a piece of land. What is we don’t plant water hungry shrubs and lawn but use that piece of land to plant vegetables? Will it make a difference, can it make a difference?
We gave our domestic and gardener each a piece of garden and bought them seeds to plant and told them that this is their garden and they can plant the seeds and harvest the vegetables. Ohh well – the seeds were planted and then they both lost interest and the plants died but then they plead hunger and expect us to help? What is the story about giving a fish and teach to fish? Anyway – off the subject.
And now I don’t know where I was going with this? Hmmm I don’t know – it does sound idyllic to go and live on a small farm and do physical work everyday and see the fruits of my labour and know that it actually mean something, who is going to care about yet another bank recon in 5 years time? However I have absolutely no knowledge of anything farm related – even my grandparents all lived in the cities. So I’m very very far removed. Goodness I can’t even bear to buy potatoes with dirt on them! And an egg with a little bit of chicken poo – gross!! However I do feel that I want to make a difference but how?
Maybe find out if there are any small farmers in the area, find out if they sell fruit and vegetables, find out about a farm that sells milk? Help the farmer and not Woolies? Something to investigate….
And the strikers are just up the road again….