Cultivating

This week I discovered that even the Amish go to the supermarket. So it looks like there is me and that tribe who have yet to be discovered in Southern Borneo who are not going to one. I was further surprised to learn that some Amish sects are even allowed to go to Pizza Hut- yes in a horse and buggy and can not get deliveries, but pizza particularly from Pizza Hut is allowed by the Bishops. This I can totally understand, Pizza Hut is great. Although I can totally recommend Crusty’s Pizzas in Beaky and several others in the greater northern region of Tassie. But surely their ethos and way of life is more akin to small scale shopping and growing their own.

During the week, on one of my many weekly discussions (or rants) on why I don’t go to the supermarket it was suggested that I do not need to go to the supermarket as I am growing my own food.

Sorry it took a second for me to pick myself back up off the floor. In no manner have I ever produced something from the garden fit for consumption. Presently our garden produces two things poo and a nice view.

There is a photo of the nice view, you may need to trust me on the poo. We are country folk and the garden is full of native visitors, birds, possums, wombats, wallabys and the occasion kangaroo. They all pop in (the possums screech across the roof), chew on a bit of grass, leave a deposit and go.

I, like every other Australian, have notions about growing my own veggies and having some chooks, but may leave that till retirement, only another 35 years to go