Mr. Capasso's Garden

What exactly happened to quality? Quick, cheap, and convenient have value in our busy lives, but they seem to have shifted our priorities so we don't even include other stuff on the list anymore.

I often catch my husband saying that he doesn't have time, or money for some of the important things he wants, NEEDS to do. I'm guilty of that myself. Whenever I encounter that kind of talk I wonder why it's so hard to get to the 'important' stuff if everything's so quick, cheap, and convenient. Shouldn't that free up all kinds of time for what's really important? What about this isn't working?

Growing up in good old Stratford, my best friend's father had this amazing vegetable garden in their backyard, stuffed with a nearly improbable supply of nourishing foods. He invested a lot in that garden- he was out there everyday of the growing season, and planning in the off months. He even diligently kept a growers journal. He carried a great deal of pride in what he grew, and fed his family.

And yet, it wasn't novel for him and his family to grow their own food. This was, after all, long before the 100 Mile Diet. It was a way of life, a way of sustaining their family even with three active kids and both parents working full-time. It was important.

Maybe it's a chicken and egg thing, I don't know (and hey, maybe I think I know more about Mr Capasso than I really do) but I think he had a priority that- in his totally no-nonsense way- he set about honouring through habit. Somewhere along the line Mr. Capasso made a decision  (the act of planting and nurturing a seed, after all, is one of intention) that producing his own food was an  important way of life, and he  followed it up with a daily ritual: time spent- designated and respected- on his food. The planning, planting, weeding, watering, insect control, checking, harvesting, preparing, and then the daily gathering of family at their table to enjoy what Mrs Capasso made of that harvest... all of it was habit for the Capassos.

As my distance from childhood has increased, so has my distance from that garden, and from that family table. But there's something of it in me- some seed that was planted without me being aware of it. And after years of neglect I've realized that it's still here firmly rooted, and growing stronger everyday: the idea that growing our own food is important.


And if it's important, it's worth shaping my habits around.

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