The Price of Food
Costs come down when people buy from small & organic farms and not buy food produced by feedlots. So that the small & organic farms can makes ends meet without having to jack up prices.
Costs come down when people support local or nearby farms and not food transported from foreign countries.
Costs come down when people eat food that is seasonal and not demand to have pineapple in February.
Costs come down when people learn to cook for themselves from scratch in large batches and to preserve and store food.
Costs come down when people grow vegetable gardens in their yards and not monoculture grass lawns. When they grow fruit trees in yards and parks and not imported ornamental species of trees that produce no edible fruit or nuts.
Costs come down when people eat at home and not at restaurants.
Costs come down when the government supports farmers and not large scale corporations, packing plants and fucking McDonalds.
Costs come down when people realize they don’t need super-sized meals in order to eat well. Portions eaten today by folks in Western society are double the size they were even 50 years ago.
Costs come down when people don’t… Continue reading
A Ramble: We are Just Running the Farm
Everyone knows that scene in Charlotte’s Web when, Pocahontas like, Charlotte throws herself over the body of a young Wilbur about to the get the axe from her father, thus saving his life.
Since time immemorial children have returned home or woken in the morning to discover the runt pig or calf (or what have you) they had been given to raise has been or must be slaughtered. Then likely served on the family table.
When serial killer Robert Pickton was on trial he told such a story as an attempt to gain sympathy from the jury. Farmers and ranchers watching the news coverage laughed bitterly.
I come from a family with a long history of farmers and hunters, complete with many old world values.
My Dad’s side of the family have been raising cattle probably since white people started raising cattle. The fact that the farm in England where my father and his siblings had been born is now a suburb is a family joke.
My Mother’s family arrived in Canada from Scotland some time around the Highland Clearances (The oldest soldier in Prince Charles Edward’s Army at the Battle of Prestonpans in the ’45 was an 80-year-old Ferguson)… Continue reading
Dreaming of Horses and Blodeuwedd
They don’t have names yet, two filly quarter horses! yay
and with Beltaine around the corner:
Invocation of the Flower Maiden
Not from mortal mother or father was she created
Her body was made and blooded
By the powers of nine most sacred
From the first of fruits
From the fruits of creation
Of highland primroses
Of woodland blossoms
Of earth and fertile soils
Of the flower of nettles
Of ninth wave waters
She is immortal
She is conjured
By enchantments of sage and bard
By the Druid of Briton
Of Eurwys, of Euron
Of Euron, of Modron
Magick greater than five hundred druids
Mighty and wise as Math
Made the Flower Maiden
Forged in the fires of creation
Made by the Magician of magicians
Made by the Sage of sages
When the world was in its youth
(By Juniper, inspired by the Cad Goddeu)
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