Take Me Back
We’re smack dab in the middle of the pandemic of fear brought on by the Coronavirus or Covid-19. At least we hope it’s the middle and not just the beginning as so many predict.
After visiting the local grocery store yesterday and seeing the empty shelves, never-ending lines, and feeling the overall anxiety in the air, I can’t help ponder how we got here?
As Americans, we live our lives in such a bubble. It seems the rest of the world is better prepared to handle most of these inevitable trials and difficulties. We’re not only spoiled by modern conveniences but we’ve been weakened by them too.
We’ve grown too far removed from hunting and gathering, from seedtime and harvest. We’re impressed with ourselves when we do the simplest thing to provide our own food. Growing vegetables, going out back and killing a chicken for dinner, reaching for a jar of our very own preserved peaches in the dead of winter didn’t impress anybody 100 years ago. It was normal.
We should be more involved in the whole food process.
If this pandemic has done anything to me it’s made me want to take back that part of life. I want to be able to provide for not only myself and my family but those in need around me, if and when something like this happens again. It’s made me want to stock up on toilet paper too but that is a post (rant) for a different day.
Starting today, I pledge to do something as simple as collecting all the seeds from my organic, store-bought produce. I will look into building a greenhouse so food can be grown all year long. And I will learn the ins and outs of canning.
But for now, I’ll take a deep breath, put my feet up, and enjoy this delicious Blueberry Kombucha on the back porch.