As the season turns, it’s like Mother Nature’s Broadway — a new cast of characters is in the wings and preparing for the next big show. The brown and lifeless landscapes give way to shades of green and the sprouts of bulbs begin to emerge. The chirps of robins and flashes of red cardinals wake up slumbering shrubs with explosions of yellow from the forsythia. Ah, spring is in the air.
I think we feel the change in our lives; the sun is warmer and the skies bluer, the air is fresher and it carries the promise of new growth. Our inner farmer begins to emerge; we envision ourselves in a simpler time, cultivating the land, growing our own food to feed our families and animals.
Fast forward 100 years, when all of these labors are almost forgotten. We just stop at the grocery store and pick up whatever we need to sustain ourselves. Many folks are harking back to a time when you knew where your food came from and how it was grown and processed. I’ve noticed a resurgence in gardeners wanting to grow their own vegetables and flowers, like their ancestors did. Sure, most of us don’t want to hitch-up a team of draft horses to a plow a rocky field, but we do want to get our hands dirty and get back to our roots by growing plants (pun intended). Read More