I don't have any opinions worth sharing about the organic/intensive debate - though reading Ishiguro's "Never Let Me Go" certainly made me think more deeply about the farming of animals - and in a direction I didn't expect.
However, yesterday I couldn't have been more starkly shown a certain difference between two farms. Considering I've been walking through their fields daily for three years I'm not sure why it was only yesterday that I properly noticed.
The first farm has wheat, barley, oats and potatoes in at the moment, and I walked the fields in almost complete silence, apart from Bobby flushing out a couple of pheasants. The fields are jam-packed with ripeness, sat swaying, waiting to be harvested. Perfectly nice.
And then I turned to walk between the two fields at Greenacres organic farm, peas on one side, and wheat on the other. First off there were at least 100 swifts swooping over the pea field, beneath them hundreds and hundreds of white butterflies; then a skylark hovered over the pathway, and a small flock of something unidentifiable took off away from Bobby. The pea field was a fading green to yellow, but in between each and every plant poppies were bursting forth, accompanied by occasional clumps of daisies.
It was a bit like when the "Wizard of Oz" goes from black and white to colour...
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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