记得在中国时有个籍贯(老家)的说法,填时要写父亲或爷爷的出生地,哪怕那是距离你的出生地有十万八千里的地方。
我的老家在湖北湖南四川交界的地方,是个鱼米之乡。没有见过面的爷爷是农民,爸爸没上学之前是个放牛娃。我是在大城市里出生长大,对农村老家只有4岁时回去的路上坐了火车,再坐汽车,再坐小渡轮,最后坐在箩筐里被挑着晃来晃去的模糊印象。 后来(因为晚生了点儿)很幸运没赶上被强送插队的年代,除了中学时学校组织的短期夏收秋收,和农村没有太多交往,更别提和农民的交往。
但不知为什么,我小时候特别喜欢农村姑娘红布花袄的故事,而且一直爱好种菜养鸡,所以五谷均分四体很勤。出国以后虽然没有养鸡的机会,但自己家的前园后院一定要摆几块石头,种花栽草,在有光没鹿的地方种点青菜。上班时每天干9,10个小时后筋疲力尽,有时下车连腿都不想迈,但一看见我的花草精神马上焕发,什么都不管先去问候它们。休息时浇完水坐在园子里,和它们说话,给它们唱歌,看着它们迎风起舞,真有点儿"采菊东篱下,悠然见南山"的感觉。
我明白在人的肠胃没有进化到可以消化塑料之前,这个世界一定要靠农民才能生存。所以职业农民很伟大,也非常辛苦,尽管有机器们帮忙。在一年春天里过生日的星期,我和先生利用假期去了附近一个有机农场做义工,歇歇脑子,用用体力,也借机体验一下这里的农民生活。 去了以后很有些感慨。于是把经历写了下来与同事们分享。发了后在公司里有些反响,有几位同事还因此专门去住了那个农场的B&B。
虽然我在文里提到了那个农场的艰难和不很乐观的前景,但没想到三年后农场主夫妇就闹分手了。做农民成功真不容易啊。
下面是我写的那篇农场英文小文。我偷懒就不翻译了。在农村生活过的博友一定会笑话我的农场经历和“幼稚”看法,献丑啦呵。
另附一张我家大花猫在房前的照片。他也很喜欢花草,不过他是用牙齿来欣赏呵。
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On this sunny April morning, my husband and I, both software programmers, drove through the rolling spring lands of eastern Ontario, and came to an organic farm with over 100 acres and a big animal barn.
Although the farm does have a B&B, we didn't come for the retreat. It might sound crazy to some people, we took our vacation time and came here to learn how farmers live today and to see if we can help out with some dirty and hard farm work.
We started to plan for this at the end of last year, after my husband found the WWOOF (Willing Workers on Organic Farms, www.wwoof.ca) site online. We applied for membership and read through the green book which lists Canadian organic farms that take “woofers”. We found a farm in Price Edward County about 3 hours away from Ottawa, near Picton, with an interesting description: in addition to being a certified organic farm, they live off the grid, being powered by solar and wind only.
We didn't know what to expect or what to bring, except some old clothes and old sneakers, plus four willing hands and two open minds. We entered the farm with loud greetings (or perhaps warnings) from the sheep, goats, roosters and ducks and under the suspicious stare of two alarmed donkeys. About 300 meters of crushed stone road led us towards the house, and just outside the house we met Achim the owner, a strong man with a big smile, and Jake the friendly farm dog.
Achim and his wife Ute came to Canada from Germany 6 years ago, and started the Reachview organic farm about 3 years ago, adding a B&B last year. Like many new immigrants, they have their share of hard life starting out in a new land, but they love this multi-cultured country. Trained as a mechanical engineer without much farming background before this farm, Achim (and his mother) had a vision about the environment and how humans should live and feed ourselves. With two young daughters (age 4.5 and 16 months), he and his family are willing to experiment, and at times struggle, to see if they can make their living based on the vision.
We are amazed by how much work one person can do on the farm, as that is basically what Achim does: run the farm mostly by himself, 16 hours per day at busy times, with a bit of help from his mother who lives nearby. There are about 20 goats, 30-40 sheep, a dozen or so white rabbits, and probably more than a hundred birds including different types of ducks, chickens, quails, roosters, and two big turkeys, all living in four portions inside the big animal barn. Most of the animals are free to wander around outside the barn into a fair sized fenced in area which includes a small pond. As a certified organic farm, no chemicals or antibiotics are given to the animals, so their living quarters need to be kept fairly clean to avoid any diseases.
Before cleaning the chicken stalls I was wondering why Achim keeps so many roosters (about 10?). After the rooster attack incident, I started to think these roosters could be of better use, so I offered to cook a rooster feast. I didn't tell Achim, but confessed to my husband in secret that the meat would be very tasty. Only later on I realized that the rooster slaughter and feather cleaning would take some very valuable time from Achim’s busy spring schedule, and that was probably why he didn't seems interested at my rooster feast idea. To my relief, Achim's mother, a very nice lady, stepped in to clean all dead roosters after the execution the next morning.
Being organic also means very labour intensive field work, as lots need to be done by hands instead of machines. Achim has prepared a bag of onion seeds (about 25 lbs) for us to plant as that is probably one of the simple jobs on the farm.
On our first onion planting day, my husband and me each planted two rows, one row for regular onion and one row for green onion (same seed as regular onion but picked early for their green tops), on the vegetable field next to the house. The field is really long, probably about 250 feet or more. For some reason, we always seemed just more than half way from the end every time we stood up to stretch our legs and backs. We started just past 9 am (quite late by farmers time), and finished the 2+2 rows only after 12:45pm. We felt quite slow and not sure our work could pay for our living.
I was a bit embarrassed to admit to Ute that I had an emergency treatment of rubbing alcohol in the middle of our first night in the farm. Achim asked us to clean a small field (about 40x50 feet) on the side of the house that afternoon, and I tried to impress everyone with my gardening skills and forgetting about my computer occupation injured arms, that I just kept raking away for a few hours without stopping. Achim probably didn't see my work at all afterwards, but I woke up in the middle of night with my right arm burning and sore at the same time. Dear husband also had sore legs after the onion planting, but felt somewhat better than me, so when he closed his eyes, he only saw onions and fields and dreamed about that all night along.
Achim mentioned that although some big food stores have started to carry more organic food, they normally push the price very low when they buy from the farmers. And the stores sell the goods with much higher prices to make bigger profits for themselves. To fight this, Achim and his fellow organic farmers started an organic farmer's cooperative, to exchange produce between themselves and to set up booths in farmers markets (mostly in Toronto now), to sell their produce directly to the customer, so we get fresh organic food, and the farmers get a fair price. Also this gives people more of a sense about healthy eating and living. "Farmers do this for the love of it. It’s something in your blood, even when you’re loosing money", Achim told us. He would be happy to see more people start paying attention to our land and to plant things organically for themselves (even with a planting box if they live in an apartment), and to buy local produce whenever possible. A sustainable lifestyle, including producing and buying more locally grown food will become necessary as we face declining oil supplies in the coming days.
We had a big stewed rooster feast on Thursday night: Achim's family, his visionary mother and retired father, my husband and I, even Jake the dog had a big plate of left over rooster bones for a treat. Achim went back to his office right after supper, probably working on his renewable energy course, which left Ute, his mother and father to talk with my husband and me about our lives in Germany, in Iran, in China and of course, in Canada. With our stories and a bit of Tao philosophy, we also knocked down a big bottle of red wine.
A couple onion seeds dropped out from my husband's pocket that he used for storage during planting. He sighed, "I will never look at onions the same way". Yes, after days (Tuesday to Friday) on the farm, with no TV, no newspapers, no Internet, hard labour work and healthy organic food, our bodies are tired but fitter and our heads are happier, and we will never look at our food the same way.
All men were farmers sometime ago, and all men (and women) will be farmers sometime again, hopefully all green and organic…