Part of getting old, well for some folks anyway, is that they can sometimes forget how quickly time flies and carry on talking until the cows come home, not realizing just how urgently polite listeners to this old man’s regaling must get back to the urgency of their lives. But then again, I realized this so late in life, and am happy that I have, no matter what, the younger set have no idea what they are missing. Here we are talking about waking up at a reasonable hour in the morning and always smelling a freeze breeze and the sweet scent of my organic garden while the birds chirrup me up out of my creaking bed.
I read a short article the other day by a university professor who had a humble, impoverished and rural upbringing. His short tale on his young days as a rural gentleman living on a country smallholding with his old mother and, oh, I don’t know how many, siblings, was not exactly nostalgic. He reminded his readers that their rural upbringing was during an era in their country where most people were unfairly oppressed in some way or another.
Just how is not important at this stage. But what can be said is that the professor believed that somehow life was still a lot better for him and his family, and their country neighbors than it is now during an era of so-called freedom and democracy. In this current era, he argues, people are so much worse off. Things are very expensive and jobs are hard to come by, particularly for the youth. I believe that this is a global phenomenon.
I cannot begin to feel the pain of what youngsters are going through, given my distant age and all. Even so, I could also just say that life was not so bad for me either in my young days. I came across another article just today which spoke about migratory patterns of the world’s people, particularly the impoverished who have been afflicted by war and poverty. They have no choice but to flee and search for a better life elsewhere.
Staying at home would be a dangerous disaster. Now, this article, correlating the lack of job opportunities, suggested that authorities spend more resources on developing rural areas instead of focusing too much attention on building mega-cities. The argument in this article suggests that after proper development, there would be far more job and business opportunities for everyone than in the urban areas.
I could not agree more. It was my thoughts exactly. Now, some of you might be asking what all this has to do with organic gardening, particularly the growing of pesticide and chemical-free vegetables. Well, a lot actually. Think of it this way. Until just recently, where have most of our natural food resources come from. Rural areas, of course. In yet another article, I read just how powerful multinational food processing companies remain.
They are so powerful that they have the ability to convince and influence governments when making polices. And when they do, the governments’ policies are still to the detriment of rural, still mostly poor communities in today’s environments. Meanwhile, behind the publicized scenes, affluent men and women have had enough of city life and, because they have the expertise, knowledge and resources to do this, are relocating to rural towns, all quaint and quite pretty.
They are all striving towards living the organic life, whether it means setting up a new organic vegetable farm, a farm on which only free range animals are harvested, organic arts and crafts and produce shops, or even furniture and clothing shops from which the objects being retailed are all made from natural and local fibers and hands. And so, locals who have been living poorly, unable to sustain themselves and lift themselves up out of the quagmire of poverty, now look forward to getting up in the morning, listening to the birds, and trundling off to town to work.
Going all the way back to the professor, he remarked how his mother had full control of the smallholding on which they lived. She had the capacity to produce more than enough for everyone to live on. And what they had in surplus, often, usually, she would sell to other locals or give away to those who simply could not afford to buy anything for themselves. I foresee that as this world goes horribly wrong under the guise of making progress, more and more people, rich or poor, will come to the realization that living the organic life is the way to go.
Not only does it encourage self-reliance, it benefits all economically. On an idealistic level, the organic lifestyle has potential to grant people everlasting happiness. It is the so-called simple things in life that bring happiness. Producing your own crops and rearing your own sheep, cattle and chickens is not a self-serving exercise. It extends to whole communities. The more people who are doing such things, perhaps there is a good chance that prices will come down to affordable levels.
Or am I being naïve or living in cloud cuckoo land. Oh, I don’t think so. I mean, look at me now. Living the organic life, I am happier than I have ever been in my entire life.