The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.Continue reading “Covid in the Rearview mirror”
The quiet is broken by a pair of geese who land on the grass. The road traffic noise is an intermittent rumble. The sun feels warm and a sense of peace should be present.Continue reading “In Stark Contrast”
They are a motley trio, waiting for their advent day to shine. Their characters though are studded with bittersweet memories.Continue reading “Motley Crew”
The storm rages on and gathers momentum. It plummets the land and obscures vision. Suddenly it dies down and the people wait, with bated breath, and wonder if it’s over or if this is the eye of the storm. In a flash the intensity returns and multiples. The people hunker down and hope for the best.Continue reading “The storm rages on”
This post has taken me the entire fall to pull together. Once I got the images organized turns out I couldn’t get the words to flow. Which is weird as it’s a subject I’m passionate about but perhaps it’s because I’m trying to take a dispassionate look at it.Continue reading “Will it stand the test of time?”
There’s a far too brief period in the afternoon, in the households of those with toddlers and preschoolers, where quiet time exists. Where parents (or grandparents because we need it even more!) enforce a block of time in the bedroom. A chance for everyone to catch their breath, so to speak, for the next round. It’s not a written parenting law but it’s a good plan. It provides a brief respite for parents and helps the child learn to amuse themselves.Continue reading “Quiet Time”
The pandemic races onwards, picking up a head of steam like a hurricane. The numbers here in Canada are low compared to some worldwide but they are climbing here so quickly. This is an incredibly worrisome trend. Although the lockdown has been lifted worldwide we all need to limit our movements and keep our bubbles small. I can tell you that there is a lot of it I just don’t get it. Unfortunately I know that I’m blogging to those who feel the same so it’s not going to change anything but I still have to say it. Stay home.Continue reading “Summer Chaos”
I would like to firmly believe that it matters a great deal but I’m not entirely convinced. Even so I will do my
There was no magic and that made all the difference for many. I found magic in the
I am quite new to tweeting and haven’t really figured out how to follow trends and have only mastered basic replies. So the intricacies of the original discussion was lost on me and I only found the article via Facebook.
I felt it was worth sharing and it sparked some comments on my feed. As a farmer’s daughter and a rancher’s sister I stand firmly on the supporting side of these hard working men and women. It’s hard and demanding and the outcome is always tied to the weather. They work diligently to produce quality food but in the last few years seem to be getting a bad rap because of GMO’s and BSE, to name a couple of issues.
It’s interesting to note seeds have been modified since people realized that they could! The original carrot was not orange but modified this way to increase the vitamin uptake in it. Seager Wheeler and Les Kerr were two local horticulturists inSaskatchewan who over years modified many things like flowers, shrubs and wheat. GMO’s do the same thing only faster and within a lab not in a field. Peaches and cream corn is a perfect example — it didn’t just happen that way but someone worked with two strains to marry them together. Many people who have opinions about GMO products are unaware of all the facts and look for an easy scapegoat.
In Theo Fleury’s reply he was also linking GMO products to autism. His numbers quoted as every second child in the Western Hemisphere seem high. The consensus on my Facebook feeds was that people are so desperate to blame higher autism rates on something that they are grasping at straws. Perhaps these higher autism rates are largely based on a better diagnosis and a wider definition of what autism. Which brings us a long way from blaming it on the farmer with his chemicals or the rancher with the antibiotics.
But this goes to show how quickly an article and its threads can go in different tangents. There are about 65 comments on Sarah’s original blog and they cover a broad spectrum of diverse thoughts.
I have since followed the corresponding replies, the blocking and unblocking on Twitter and the subsequent conversation between Theo and Sarah. In the end they are both passionate about what they do but have agreed that they don’t see things eye to eye. If time permits he will stop in for a farm tour to educate himself further and that’s something I encourage all urban dwellers to do if the opportunity presents itself. Sarah’s blog, which I linked, had stats about how far away from farming most city dwellers are and it’s true. Advocating for agriculture isn’t something I’ve thought of in those specific terms but it turns out I’m in their corner just maybe not on their Twitter feed.
Brown milk does not come from a brown cow.