The summer of my 14th birthday, I was filled with excitement and purpose. Beyond winning a sultry season of freedom from classes, reaching that age was an important milestone for me. I had a new ten-speed bike, and I’d finish up my chores as swiftly as possible and bang out whatever special projects my parents…
Each of us has our personal heroines, women we admire for their grace and grit, many of whom have gone where no modern woman can even imagine going.
Just like in the pictures online and in my books, there were the honeycomb cells: some filled with nectar, some with pollen, and some with tiny white larvae.
Many American corporations have destroyed the towns and cities that made them great. They take their profits offshore, shifting the burden of the billions of tax dollars they avoid paying onto the tired shoulders of heads of families, like the elderly man in the painting. The CEOs of these corporations have obviously secured their own freedom from want.
In rural America of the past, people seldom went to stores, except maybe for their coffee and a few other staples. They grew their food, made their clothing, built their homes and lived their entire lives in a small community where things were shared, including good times and hard. Unfortunately, not enough of that history has been collected. Except for one resource that began nearly fifty years ago.
Years ago, on our first farm, we grew cabbages. Since they were not sprayed, they had the bug holes to prove it. I didn’t care, as they weren’t going to the farm market. They were going into crocks and buckets to make sauerkraut. I remember that kraut as being the best in the world, but since we sometimes have that tendency to glorify the past, I wanted to see if I could do it again.
On a small family farm, decisions about life and death aren’t made lightly. The plants and animals under a farmer’s care don’t live in some “facility,” but in a place called “home.” The outcome of these decisions must, therefore, adhere to the same set of principals or ethics that guide every other aspect of the family’s life.
Wendell stood behind the Mercedes and studied the interior of the trunk. He had packed it tightly, but there were still several items yet to stow for the trip to the country. The overflow sat on the sidewalk waiting, and Claire was descending the steps with more.
It’s hard to believe, I know, but I think I’m ready to be done with rich, heavy, stick to yer ribs Winter meals. I’m ready for something LIGHT! I’m putting together a calendar menu to take us all straight through into Summer. Won’t you help me?
Thoreau believed man’s stewardship of the environment was necessary to the enrichment of his spirit, not his bank account; and, since he spent $28.11 to build his simple cabin by Walden Pond, his was a very different kind of economy.
Can one ever really be ready for the adventure that is beekeeping? After all the careful research and methodical preparation, a new beekeeper must eventually face the arrival of the colony.