Planning...but not for cows

Food.  Luscious blueberries, crisp apples, figs, strawberries, currants, filberts, mushrooms...I've made my wish list for the garden.  We'll have to pay yearly attention to the acid/alkaline levels, but I'm willing to do that in exchange for my own grocery store.  I spent quite a bit at Raintree Nursery the other day...most of the order will arrive next spring. Some will be here late in the month. 

Over the years, I've been getting more and more picky about what I want to feed my family.  Real food.  This morning, I drove up to Bennington to Russ and Lori Bryant's dairy.  It's a trip I make about once a week for raw milk. The first time we had it, my kids didn't like the taste. (Yes, there is a difference) But the next time, I took them to the farm and they met the cows and helped Russ hunt for a dozen eggs.  They petted the myriad farm cats.  Now they whine if I get a bit lazy and buy store milk.  They want milk from their cows, you see. 

I suffered from growing pains horribly as a child, and so does my little Sophia...unless she consumes raw milk every day.  The calcium is far more absorbable.  Raw milk also increases your body's ability to detoxify.  It is a definite motivator.  Cows are not on my wish list, however.  I am happy to support local small farmers when I can...and I don't think the local covenant allows ruminants. Not even the fully functional yet bizarrely tiny toy cows.  Cute little fellas, aren't they?

Comment if you love cows.

Kate