Here on the farm, we've been trying to keep ourselves and all of the critters outside warm enough to get through these chilling times. We put heat lamps on all of the chickens and I try to lock the goats in the barn every night, which is an entertaining circus of me chasing some in while others run out; me cussing and threatening goats, and them just staring back at me; me pulling collars and pushing butts, and them digging their toes into the dirt, or the two inches of snow we got over our cold days. Eventually I did get the girls all in and locked the doors up while my breath froze on my scarf. Luckily we had no casualties over the freezing cold nights and we seem to be heading into warmer temps now.
We did have some frosted llamas.
And some frosted plants.
This was the ice cloud we lived in, until the snow came. Delightful weather in southern Colorado. Happy to see the sun shining again today.
The week was not spent idling away, however, as I found some great desks for the kids on Freecyle and we had an adventure driving into the wilds of Penrose to get them. That was fun and we always drive by the camel rancher up that way to get a gander of the camels, llamas, striped donkies (zonkies) and peacocks.
The desks are old school, just like some I had back when I was in grade school. I love them and the little ones do too, although the kids are a bit small yet to enjoy the full experience. Let the home-schooling begin!
|Little feet, big desks|
Anyway, like most of my art, it's for sale. Make me an offer.
After the painting was done, I was at a loss, coming down to a reality where Monsanto is taking over the world? Can it be? I guess so. And, Whole Foods supporting this nastiness? Is it true? Apparently. I don't shop at Whole Foods any way because I feel their prices are too high, but now, I never will. And I hope more people think about boycotting the "organic" food store because we don't agree with their decision to sell out to Agribusiness. Maybe we should do a protest march, with signs, around the Whole Foods near us.
I'm afraid of what this means to the organic food movement, like hey, it's over! I'm afraid of what this means for the future of the world. I feel like I'm standing here, screaming silently, while I watch a few evil corporate giants pound the nails into the coffin of the human race.
I'm not sure what to do with this, but this week I have been feeling physically ill (sinus headache or spiritual pain?) from the craziness of the world. I have been feeling hopeless indeed as I sign my online petitions to stop GM alfalfa from becoming the standard. Too late.
Now tell me, where am I going to get organic alfalfa for our goats, whose milk we drink? We could grow it, right? No. If anyone in the region is growing Monsanto alfalfa and it cross pollinates our organic variety, not only will our clean livestock food be ruined, but Monsanto will sue us for "stealing" their patented plants.
We went to one of our feed stores today, and while I love the people there and think highly of country people in general, I was surprised to hear that the reaction to the approval of GM alfalfa was fairly positive. What????? I buy my hay from these folks...the farmers in the area. If one chooses to grow this nasty crop, then we all suffer the ramifications. What do we do with this?
Are we ready to give up on the organic food movement before we had a chance to change the world? I'm good and mad. I'm also reading another Gary Zukav book, Heart of the Soul, and right now I'm working through the chapter on anger. Where do I feel it? All over. I'm angry that we humans are letting some other humans destroy our vision of Utopia. Damn them!
Maybe we need to look at Egypt as an example and think about rising up against the corruption in our own home country. We need to take back our food, take back our medicine, take back our energy policies, take back our environment, and take back our souls. It is a cold day in hell indeed, as I contemplate my thermometer crapping out at negative 2 F, and think about a planet with no natural food, air, water or soil, and wait for the next catastrophic weather event to strike. Depressing. The stuff anxiety attacks are made of.
Any ideas, anyone????