I love reading the different perspectives and memories of sparkers as they describe their experiences growing up, especially when those experiences are so different from mine.
Once I lived here. Raising our own food wasn’t an option.
There was a small backyard, but as tenants in a 3 room 2nd floor apartment, we didn’t have access to it unless we climbed down the fire escape. The landlord wouldn’t have liked that.
We had lots of bakeries run by different ethnic groups and delicatessens and a meat market and a produce market where fruits and vegetables were available in season and a local grocery store. I remember when the first supermarket opened. You could browse and choose what you wanted. What a wonderful experience, but no one I knew raised anything edible. Even the landlord grew only flowers.
Now I live here. It’s beautiful and rural and we’re right on the lake.
The nearest supermarket is 7 miles away, but shopping isn’t the wondrous experience it once was. Now I read labels, long labels full of ingredients that didn’t exist when I was a child.
However, we have plenty of land for a garden and fruit trees and perhaps it’s time for me to emulate the experiences of my spark friends. Certainly the good people running SP are trying to provide me with the information to grow my own food.
We’ve made half hearted attempts since retirement without much success. The soil is hard and not fertile and when something did grow, the deer and other critters beat us to the produce.
This year we’re going to get serious about it and periodically I plan to report on how it’s going. When DH gets serious, he reads and reads and then spends money.
He bought a rototiller for $600. That’s a lot of tomatoes, but I don’t mind. He’s 68 and I don’t want him to get a pitchfork induced heart attack. Besides we’ve lent the machine out twice, so at least someone else can get the benefit of it.
I couldn’t get a good picture through the screen, but this morning a herd of deer were checking out his handiwork. I can just imagine them setting their “deer GPS” so they can return for a daily buffet.
Next on the list – a tall fence!