Knowledge is Scary
I grew up in
My father always had a garden growing tomatoes and peppers and what ever else he could fit into the small plot of soil that comes with a
I got into gardening much later in life; my real passion growing up was baseball and then learning how to cook from my grandmother. My older brother on the other hand was taken by the call of growing plants much sooner; he actually majored in and graduated with a B.S. in horticulture. So although we didn’t come from a farming family we did get valuable lessons on eating fresh, in season, grown locally and prepared fresh foods.
By 1990, I was married and had moved to house on four acres. Three point nine acres of which was trees but I was determined to grow my own tomatoes. I started growing organic as I learned of the dangers of pesticides and herbicides and other chemical compounds that made people sick. Knowledge of what these chemical residues could do was scary and I wanted no part of it in the food I grew or ate. By this point in time I had learned how to make most of my grandmother’s dishes which included home made pasta, ravioli, bread, sauces, pizza, and salads using fresh seasonal ingredients. I was also learning with my wife how to “put things by” as the term goes. Learning how to can was another one of those processes that makes you feel a little bit more independent. Like making your own pasta or pizza dough.
As the years went by my wife and I talked of buying a farm and started socking money away for what was our combined dream. Having grown up in the city my dream all along was to buy a house with a lot of land. I just always knew I’d have a garden, a swimming pool and a stable for my horses. So our discussions were not born out of whimsy but by well nurtured dreams. I’ve learned that dreams don’t always come true but sometimes they manifest themselves differently then how they were pictured. We don’t have a swimming pool but we do have two 3,000 gallon rainwater collection tanks. My horses turned out to be forty Rhode Island Red hens and that number grows each year and our stable is used for new chicks or as a chicken hospital. We’ve been blessed by good times and bad and tested by ignorance, nature, government, neighbors and other man made foibles. In the coming months I hope to chronicle our experiences, our successes, our failures and the fun that we have along the way. See you soon, buy local.