Planning
the Homestead Orchard Plant the wrong trees, or plant in the wrong place, and it may be a
10-year
mistake that you may never get to make right.
The
Homestead Cookbook
A
searchable online cookbook loaded with homesteader's recipes and growing
every day.
The
following is a true story. Names have not been changed to protect the
innocent.
On a picnic one fine day several years
ago, my son Alec and I were lunching with my friend MaryHelen and her
twin boys, James and Noah, also my son’s age. Approximate age of
these boys at the time is right around four years old.
My son was busy munching his Happy Meal and took a
moment out from ingestion of grease and preservatives to inquire if the
liquid in the wax carton was cow's milk or goat's milk. I told him
it was cow's milk and he accepted that without comment.
My friend’s boys however, were suddenly very quiet
and eyeing their wax cartons with grave suspicion.
“What do you mean, what KIND of milk???” they
asked Alec.
Alec cheerfully explained. “The milk at
our house is goat's milk. Every morning my mom goes out and
feeds the goats. Then she gets down on the ground next to them and
milks them like this (insert visual of young boy doing realistic
rendering of milking a goat). She brings it into the house,
strains it and puts it in the fridge for us to drink.”
After a stony silence, James announced, “Well, our
milk comes from the STORE”.
Alec allowed that most people do not have goats in
their yard and, that for the unfortunate masses, store-bought cow's milk
is the only sad alternative for a calcium-laden drink. James and
Noah were still not happy, saying that THEIR milk does NOT
come from COWS, it comes from the STORE.
In the manner of most pre-school and congressional
discussions, this rapidly escalated to fisticuff status.
Now, MaryHelen is a veterinarian and
these boys are exposed to many animals, both in and out of nature, all
the time. The Circle of Life is not a stranger to them. Or so she
thought…