|Mache and Tatsoi from Coldframe|
Then, to my delight, when checking my blogroll today, there were two great write ups from Marguerite at Canoe Corner answering my very own mutterings, and A Woman of the Soil, awakening in me the value of the worth. I suggest if you are on the fence about growing food to eat, you visit both of these women's blogs, follow the links and watch the videos on Marguerite's especially. "Argentina's bad seeds" video was shocking to me.
The answer to why grow it and is it worth it, is individual to each of us. What might have started out as a 'little hobby', could have morphed into a business venture and publishing career for instance. For others, it might simply be a matter of necessity and feeling proud of providing for oneself and family. My garden story was a bit of a long way around. We were not meant to farm; we had a sea career. But somehow, by good grace, we were hired as caretakers on a farm on Saltspring Island back in the early eighties when we returned to Canada. Oh sure, we had grown some cucumbers in a small square behind a house we lived in on Vancouver Island when ashore, and we had a forest plot about as big as a car on one of the Gulf Islands when we took care of Capt's mom and dads place, but you couldn't really say we had a proper garden, or that we knew anything about growing food. But to this day, what kept us trying was that little miracle..YOU KNOW...the one where a seed germinates and you think..OH MY...it's green, it's growing..it's mine! It is like giving birth and in a way, you are the mother and father.
The years pass and another miracle..you have a child; you take him down to the fields while you pick corn for the market.
But sadly the years pass too quickly, you leave the island, you start a garden in Nova Scotia. Whole different ball game. This place has really cold snowy long winters, soooo not British Columbia. In summer we grew tomatoes, some greens, potatoes and beets. I still wasn't passionate, but did enjoy growing a garden very much.
The corn baby grew up, graduated from high school and we headed here to the South Shore of Nova Scotia. That's when things changed. New Beginnings perhaps...empty nesters...yes definitely. It was one of the warmest springs on record, and so before we even had our furniture moved, before we painted the interior of the new house....we put the garden in.
Why grow it? Simply put, it makes us feel good. Not just to plant, help germinate, grow, care for, cut, serve and eat it...there is that sense of accomplishment, that feeling of triumph over adversity in some instances. Better yet, I know where my food came from...the garden in our own back yard.
There might be a foot of snow but I take heart. Inside plants are telling us it's spring. Bet your potatoes are sprouting in the cupboard as I type; bet your garlic bulbs are showing their greens. They want to grow. Look, watch, listen. Like every speck on this earth, grow is what we do...grow up, grow forward, grow better, grow stronger. It's all worth it.
|The Last of 2012's Garlic|