This coming Saturday, May 25, the March Against Monsanto gets underway in 36 countries around the globe. Yes, 36. I am excited and worried and hopeful.
In my circle of experience, I take for granted that most people know who Monsanto is and why they’re bad news. I realized this week that I shouldn’t.
First of all, let’s get a look at the lay of the land, so to speak.
What are GMO’s?
Out this morning at dawn before the boys woke up, watering, planting, spreading straw. Such rare moments these days, quiet time by myself in the garden. Moments like that I can forget about everything else, set aside the busyness, not have to keep one ear and eye open for the kid and dog and other critters, actually lose myself in the work of my hands and my thoughts . . . what a gift.
This morning as I spread the straw I got thinking about one of the simplest, but most profound shifts in our thinking about growing food since we began our inquiry into organic gardening.
For me, the idea that we should feed the soil instead of the plants completely changed my outlook and actions in the garden. Industrial / conventional agriculture largely views the soil merely as something to hold the roots, not as an integral component, a living being. Agri-industry spends most of its time depleting soil, it certainly doesn’t seem too concerned about nourishing it.
It has been a long winter here on Coghlan Cottage Farm.
We have had not one, but two, Pineapple Expresses in the last few weeks. Seems to me they’d be a lot more fun if they involved more pineapple, less rain. All told the two storms, one week apart, brought us nearly 12 inches of rain, on top of “regular” storms that have been regularly leaving us with 2-5 inches each.
Even for a native “Wet” Coaster like me, that’s a lot to take.
We’ve also had something like 60% less sunshine than normal this winter. Gah.
Add to that a lovely bout of morning sickness and a boy heading solidly into the terrible twos . . . Oh yes. It has been a long winter.
So we hit the biggest ag fair in Western Canada last weekend. What a jaw dropper.
You know, it’s something to intellectually understand that there’s a reason farmers don’t consider me to be one of them, and it’s another thing to stand next to a farming machine as big as my house that probably costs about the same.
Puts things in perspective.
The agricultural fair was full of boys and their dads, with equally wide grins, clambering all over all type of farm machinery imaginable. It was lovely, and my boy and his dad were no exception . . . but . .
Ok – fair warning. I feel a rant post coming on.
So, a while back I find myself supposed to be working, but I check in to twitter for the first time in ages and see a #FoodD hashtag with some interesting tweets.
Now, I’m totally out of the loop regarding the goings-on in agriculture in the great wide world at the moment. Usually I work hard to stay informed; right now I’m too busy trying to actually farm to keep up on arguments about farming. Apparently there’s a big panel discussion going on and they’re getting my goat.
You can watch the dialogue at Food Dialogues website here.
What the heck is the matter with people???? Seriously.