Fruit full dreams

Springtime. Blossoms abound. In particular, the fruit tree blossoms, beginning with the almond. When that comes into flower late in winter, I begin to revive again from the cold, knowing that soon I shall feel the warmth of the sun again. My hope blooms. The fruit tree flowers also herald the start of the formation of fruit, and in my mind I can taste again the sweetness of a ripe juicy peach, or the explosion of flavour from an apricot.

Now only those who have tasted real fruit will understand what I am talking about. Most modern fruit is tasteless. Even that which is homegrown is tasteless if it comes from a variety selected for it’s commercial reasons, rather than it’s flavour. I recall in particular an elderly gardener who was removing a peach tree from her garden because the fruit was as tasteless as cardboard, and with similar texture. It was a modern variety, promoted by the nursery trade, and she, like many others, unsuspectingly fell into the trap. It is a rare, specialist nursery nowadays that sells decent fruit trees. The majority sell lines bred for the commercial sector, hardly a recommendation for flavoursome fruit judging from what is available through retail outlets.

Now how can a person who has never tasted anything even half decent know that there is a better way? How many people these days, particularly younger ones, dislike eating fruit, despite the urgings of health professionals? The only way they eat fruit is when it has been processed and loaded with sugar, and this is definitely not beneficial to good health.

I was fortunate in growing up with fruit trees in the backyard, in having excursions to pick wild blackberries and having friends in similar situations. One friend had the most magnificent peach tree, and I must confess, it was a major factor in our teenage friendship! I know what real fruit tastes like, and I mourn for it. However, when I find a roadside seedling along a disused track I leap for joy. There is always the chance it will turn out to be ambrosia. I can but hope.

It is springtime.

Busy days

After a very cold winter it is lovely to soak up the spring-time sun. I feel enlivened, and around me I see other life bursting forth as well. The grass is growing so quickly that I dare not stand still for long, it case it covers me! Birds are flying about more, including the parrots in their colourful coats, as they visit the gum tree blooms for nectar.

My time has been spent just recently in the vegetable garden. Suddenly there are many many tasks to do, especially if I want some food for the summer. This week has been a favourable moon-planting time, and I have been focused on sowing seeds, both in the garden proper and also in tubs and in tiny pots for transplanting later. There just could still be a frost, so I’m hedging my bets each way. Nice to get an early start, but it does carry a risk with it, and I hope to have something to fall back on if the garden seedlings don’t survive.

There is a tangible vibrancy in the air. Each day sees a new bloom appear or a new bird in the trees, and yesterday I had the first butterfly for the season land on the climbing peas. Such a joy to see this beautiful creature. Yes there are caterpillars about, but I rarely kill them these days - the plants can feed them so then I can see the butterflies.

Even the ants are on the move again. All winter they have been deep underground, and now the sun has drawn them out and they are busy replenishing the larder.

Another season begins.

Different times?

In recent conversation with my mother, the subject of communism came up. In the 1950’s, in Australia, a person could be jailed if found to be a member of the communist party. Times were tough for ordinary working folk in that early post-war period, for not only had they suffered through the Second World War, but had experienced the Great Depression before that. The solidarity of communism offered an alternative experience, but being a member could be a risky business. In this ‘free’ and ‘lucky’ country.

My mother was a member of a women’s co-operative which operated in her area. This co-operative was set up by well educated women, as a way to enable those less fortunate to improve their daily lives. As an example, a vacuum cleaner was purchased by a group of seven women, who had their one day a week to use it. Gradually, some women went on to have their own machine, until it was just two women sharing the use. This same vacuum cleaner and the arrangement lasted for nearly thirty years!

Now had these women been asked “Are you a member of the Communist Party?” the majority would have been horrified, and denied it. As they saw it, they were simply a group of women trying to help each other through tough times. My mother smiles as she recounts that one member of the group was a staunch Catholic, and was vocal in her opposition to Communism.

I bring this up today, having just read an article:

Choices no one should have to make | SocialistWorker.org

What is the connection? I feel it is that people who would not ordinarily associate themselves with anything titled “Socialist”, would nonetheless relate to the subject matter. Hunger. No-one wants to see their family go hungry. But in the world today millions are experiencing that every day, and the cause is not global warming, it is political decision making.

As the author of the article Anuradha Mittal says:

“Depending on the World Bank and IMF for solutions is like giving a key to the bank robber and asking him to guard the bank. We have to fight back, because there is no other option. We need to deal with that.”

and:

“Being the U.S., we have a job to do, and that is to fight the battle in the belly of the beast. We have to put pressure, especially in this year of the presidential elections. What do the presidential candidates stand for? Are they willing to take back the free trade agreements–there is nothing free about them.”

Now whether one lives in the US or elsewhere, the same principle applies:

“So it is really time to put pressure within this country–on the elected officials and the people planning to be in political office–that we need to have a different kind of policy.”

I come back again to this little group of women in the 1950’s. Just one of many many groups around the country. They did not sit about moaning, they got off their butts and did something. How about you? Do you think the times are THAT different? Remember, every action we take has a political consequence.

What we eat

When we put food into our mouths, we are making a statement. About what the food is, about where it has come from, about it’s acceptability. Of course there are usually compromises along the way, as few of us can have the luxury of eating totally according to what we believe. Nonetheless, I am always looking for ways that help me to live and eat according to my principles.

And so I come again to the GMO issue. I am not swayed by the fast talking salesmen/women who are pressing me to buy their products. Yesterday, Bob Phelps published an article where he warns on feeding the world with GM food. http://www.onlineopinion.com.au/view.asp?article=7530

Bob Phelps is Executive Director of http://www.geneethics.org/

But how many times am I unwittingly purchasing a product that includes GMO’s? The labelling laws in Australia are weighed in favour of the manufacturer, not the consumer, and it can be very difficult to determine just what is in a product.

http://sites.greenpeace.org.au/ has provided information for the consumer on:True Food Network : Welcome

They provide a range of information to enable the consumer to make well-informed choices on the food consumed, and on ways to voice concerns. To be pro-active.

In South Australia the Genetic Food Information Network also is a great resource. http://users.picknowl.com.au/~sagfin/

Information is the beginning of knowledge, the beginning of wisdom.

The final word must go to David Suzuki, who is his book Naked Ape to Superspecies says:

“Our disconnection from the Earth is epitomised by our relationship to food. Most urban people associate food with supermarkets but fail to connect it with the land”