Saturday, July 31, 2010

I Am Not Cool Enough For: Urban Ruralism

I grew up in a small farming community about 45 miles southwest of Houston.  My parents didn't farm, but 4-H and FFA (Future Farmers of America for those not in the know -- not to be confused with FHA, Future Homemakers of America, an actual club my high school had) were quite popular.  My mom grew up on a dairy farm and still has an unnatural fear of cows.

My time there taught me that farming is hard work that I never wanted to be a part of.  It's hot here in Texas and you don't get paid time off in farming.  So, this sudden urban ruralism trend makes absolutely no sense to me. Several of my coworkers have chicken coops.  Husband spent countless hours building a raised garden and spends about 20 minutes a day checking it out.  He grew one cucumber and insisted on pickling -- a hobby I only associate with my grandmother, who also pickled.  He tried to buy a $20 preserving book at Costco the other day and has plans on creating more garden beds next year.

I spent my entire life trying to get to a real city with things like 24 hour grocery stores so I could avoid farming, only to grow up and suddenly have it be this cool thing that everyone wants to do.