I remember going with my mother when I was a child to purchase fresh chickens from a local farm. We didn’t always have a garden, but I when we visited my grandma we always went out to the farm and brought back fresh produce. Mom made jams, preserves and pickles. The shelves of our cellar were lined with jars filled with the fruit of her efforts.
Finances were tight when I was a young married woman and sometimes the only ingredients I had on hand to feed my family came from the garden. In the fall I froze the surplus to last through the winter. I also had an herb garden and spent a lot of time learning about the properties of various herbal remedies. I baked bread from scratch.
Then life changed, I became a career woman, and convenience reigned supreme. Gardening? Baking? Who had time?
I’m a grandma now and it would seem that live is coming full circle. These days my focus is shifting to the quality and the source of the food that we eat. I buy organic produce and absolutely will not buy the feed-lot meat that I used to buy.
It was a beautiful, warm, and sunny day here in the Pacific Northwest yesterday. The perfect day for putting together the new compost and sowing some seeds. I even spent some time outside digging in the dirt cleaning out flower beds.