The Center Garden

This is a narrow glimpse of my newest project - making the large centre perennial garden into The Center Garden.  A real garden - of veggies!

This is a narrow glimpse of my newest project – making the large center perennial garden into The Center Garden. A real garden –  veggies!

And here is that same corner of The Center Garden with its new arbor.

And here is that same corner photo taken from the opposite side of The Center Garden with its new arbor.

One of the Ploska Twins,  a Barred Rock (sans name!) and Sweetie Hen - begging to get into The Center Garden so they can wreck it!

The Remaining Ploska Twin, The Mean Barred Rock! and Sweetie Hen – begging to get into The Center Garden so they can wreck it.  Note the row of emerging peonies, they frame The Center Garden.

Easter Bunny! Cute Bunny! Yummy Bunny?

Carmel and his Apple Tree Log.

Carmel and his Apple
Tree Log.

Yummy bunny???

Don’t even talk about it!

Mommy please don’t tell anyone we eat rabbit!

And for Pete’s sake don’t ever butcher another rooster when we have friends over!

So, so embarrassing!

When did food production become so taboo?

Embarrassing even.

Gross, of course.

People used to take pride in what they could do

for themselves.

“Make-do”

was an admirable motto.

Now there is more pride

in running to the store

or even better

a restaurant

to eat.

To let

someone else

somewhere else

somehow else

do the work.

No blood.

No guts.

And for god’s sake

no rabbits.

They are so cute.

And cuddly.

They are Easter.

Chocolate bunnies

are perfect.

Foil wrapped.

Colorful.

Not gross.

Not embarrassing.

Nutritional?

Environmental?

Economical?

Educational?

When,

how,

will

this

change?

My kids don’t like meat

at the restaurant or store

because its taste

and texture is so bad.

Yet,

they know

their friends are

freaked out!

grossed out!

by bunnies and butchering.

What’s a mother to do?

Tonight we are not eating

lapin or poulet.

Tonight we will

have goat.

From a farm across town.

I sharpened the knife.

Trimmed the fat.

Picked off a few hairs.

Sauteed bits in coconut oil.

Now it is simmering

with veggies.

For a simple farm dinner

to share with friends.

Auker and Bonniebelle

Photo taken in November, right after I bought Auker and Bonniebelle.

Photo taken in November, right after I bought Auker and Bonniebelle.

Auker and Bonniebelle

Meet my new cows. Irish Mini-Jerseys. Aka Belmont TMs. Bonniebelle reminds me very much of my first cow Shasta. Affectionate, open personality. She was field bred so her due date is unknown. Her belly is getting wider and wider every day. And yes – I am avoiding the question – where is Annabelle now? The word ‘sigh’ doesn’t translate accurately the sadness and frustration that went into that decision. The baseline for operating my farm is productivity. I couldn’t breed her back. She was eating about twelve dollars of food per day -if not more. Her milk production was rapidly declining.

A dear friend, a wise friend, listened to my angst for several minutes in January and said “Kelly, it comes down to sense and cents and keeping Annabelle doesn’t make sense or cents! I’ll drive with you out to the butcher if you need me. Now get off the phone and call Adams Farm right now.”