A Profession of Hope (eBook)

Farming on the Edge of the Grizzly Trail

Jenna Butler (Autor)

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2015
152 Seiten
Wolsak and Wynn (Verlag)
978-1-928088-20-2 (ISBN)

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Early in the winter of 2006, Jenna Butler found herself standing on a cold country road, looking over an unpromising quarter section of northern bush. With the glow of her car's headlights, she surveyed an abandoned grain bin, listened to the howl of a coyote pack and the call of a great horned owl, and knew a switch had flipped inside of her. Passionate about small farming and organic practices, Butler and her partner have withstood drought, floods, insects and their neighbours' disbelief over the past nine years to create Larch Grove Farm.

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CHAPTER ONE

Flipping the Switch:
From the City to the Farm

WHAT MAKES US STEP AWAY from a stereotypical urban life? For some, perhaps it’s a small departure: a handful of chickens in the backyard, a few raised beds for beans and greens or a rooftop garden if the condo building permits. For others, it’s the whole hog: departing city life altogether for a different way of being. Either way, there’s a shift that happens within some of us, and the desire for change – to be closer to the earth, our food and the seasons – becomes a necessity.

There’s a moment when, no matter who you are, if you’ve been “dreaming out,” something flips that switch. You make the transition from a life of what if and wouldn’t it be great if to why not? And more importantly, why not now? No matter when that happens, it’s a date that stays with you: the moment you granted yourself permission to have that life; the moment that everything changed.

Our moment came during the early winter of 2006. After months of driving isolated back roads outside Edmonton, my husband, Thomas, and I drew up at a single-strand wire gate on an early November evening. It was five o’clock and dark as the inside of a barrel. The day’s exploring had taken us longer than we’d anticipated, and we’d gotten to the circled point on our map long after the sun, wandering toward the solstice, had set. We shivered our way out of the car and stood in the glow of the headlights, looking up at the weathered grain bin that marked the entrance to the property. Out of nowhere, a pack of coyotes began its evening chant. A great horned owl called in the deep woods, and a second one answered. Thomas squinted up at the metal bin, reading the paint. “Look at that,” he laughed. “It’s got your name on it.” It was one of those old Butler bins. We paused and considered each other.

Like that, the switch flipped.

Why were we even out there at all, two lone figures on a snow-fringed township road in early winter? Like many people, we’d dreamed of having a little plot of our own, a small piece of land or a double lot in the city where we could grow our own food, but it had been a semi-formed dream. Then we moved to England for a year – my husband on sabbatical from teaching, me working on my Master’s in poetry – and for ten months, we settled in the northeastern part of the country where my father’s family hails from. There, surrounded by the small rural villages, intergenerational farms and large country gardens of my early childhood, I rediscovered that land with my husband, and we became aware of a desire to have something like that for ourselves. But, being stubborn and steadfast Canadians, we wanted to try to build a rural life back at home in Alberta, not in the tiny village where my grandmother lived. Beyond just the homing instinct, there was something about small-scale farming in a cold climate with a short growing season that appealed to us. The challenge beckoned.

Michael Pollan speaks of a formative moment “a few years shy of [his] fortieth birthday [. . .] when the notion of a room of [his] own, and specifically, of a little wood-frame hut in the woods behind [his] house, began to occupy [his] imaginings with a mounting insistence.”1 Fiction writer and small farmer Barbara Kingsolver lists a number of practical reasons for moving her family away from an urban lifestyle, including being closer to extended family and loving the wild life spent outdoors. Mostly, though, she came to realize that her family’s move emerged from a desire to be nourished by the ground they lived on: “[They] wanted to live in a place that could feed [them]: where rain [fell], crops [grew], and drinking water [bubbled] right up out of the ground.”2

For Thomas and me, both city-based teachers, both as prepared as we could be for an adventure of such magnitude, the thought of finding a piece of land to protect from development was deeply attractive. In 2005, when we came home from England, where any construction is years in the planning before spade is set to ground, we found that much of the best black-soil land immediately around Edmonton was being sold off for development. Industrial parks and suburbs were being built overtop of some of the province’s most fertile farming belts. Knowing we couldn’t afford even half an acre in those developments (and who wants to – or can – shell out a cool million for a lot next to an industrial park?), yet still wanting to purchase a wild space we could keep safe, we searched farther and farther afield. For a year and a half, our weekends were composed of very pointed road trips: the two of us in our small black Jetta, equipped with mugs of tea and a well-circled map, buzzing around the back roads amidst farm trucks and mobile drilling rigs and snowplows. We learned that the farther we got from the city, the lower the price of the land, but with those cost benefits came a host of new problems: groundwater so contaminated from nearby oil and gas wells that farmers could light their methane-filled tap water on fire, and muskeggy dirt that could suck a one-ton truck down during the spring thaw and not release it until freeze-up. Everywhere we turned, there was gas flaring and quad damage and quarters that had been logged within an inch of their lives.

Over the years, many people have asked us whether we came from farming backgrounds, and if that was how we knew to look for the right sort of land. There might be some farming blood in me – my father’s side of the family has lived and worked in England’s farming country for generations – but Thomas is a city boy, born and bred. To be honest, my biggest experience of farming as a kid was going to the annual Harvest Fair down at Fort Edmonton Park after we moved to Alberta. So when people ask me whether we knew something beforehand about farming, as though there’s some secret skill set that allows certain folk to make the jump from the city to rural life with a greater deal of success, my answer is no. That’s exciting and terrifying, isn’t it? That means there’s no magic pill for success, no easy way to go about it. Anybody with determination and knowledge can do a pretty decent job of getting back to the land.

Our decision to buy the piece of land that would become our small farm was one born in the bones. For me, it echoed with memories of the tiny farming community I come from in northeastern England, where some of my family still grows sugar beet and grain, and raises cattle. Although I don’t recall much of the life I left behind in England, I’ve always harboured a deep-seated desire to find a piece of land outside the city to call home. Thomas, too, born in the Netherlands and raised in Edmonton, has always loved being outdoors; he’s a devoted backcountry hiker and camper, and has hauled me up a fair number of mountains. We both love being out, whatever the weather. I can’t help but think you’re asking for trouble if you make a break from city life when you don’t really like being in the country.

This means being able to stand up to everything the country throws at you: in our case, windstorms, lightning strikes, mosquitoes, flood years, drought years, raiding moose, slumpy peat soil and stinging nettles. I have dear friends who can’t stand cramped city life but whose only appreciation for the country comes from running their snowmobiles through it in the winter. If that’s you, all I can say is look for a double lot in the city and get your taste of rural living from having a big, beautiful garden, because jumping ship to a country property isn’t going to be the answer if you only love the land at specific times of year. You have to want to be out, and then for as much of the day as there is light, especially if you’re running a farm. When friends learned that we were living in a fourteen-by-six-foot truck camper for four months of the year during the first few years of the farm, they were horrified. “How can you survive in there?” they’d ask, looking at their own partners. “We’d kill each other!” The answer was, we were outdoors. Thomas built a huge gravel patio outside the camper, and this was our living room for those four months. Every day, we were out of the camper at dawn and in again only to sleep, or to escape the rain and have a cup of tea. The world outside, the world of farm and forest, became our everything.

What began as a practicality – we simply didn’t have the money to buy close to the city – changed along the way into something more profound. We came to the idea that what we really wanted was to find a tract of land far outside the city that we could protect against future urban development, and that we could work with to ensure our own health and survival. We wanted a flower garden, a big one, and an orchard with beehives. A cabin, eventually, as a home. A large hayfield for growing crops, and maybe one day for growing the bales for a straw bale house. A spread of forest to manage sustainably as a woodlot. We wanted the good health that came from working hard outdoors in all weather. And we began to understand, as I suffered from progressively worsening allergies when eating conventionally farmed, store-bought vegetables in the city, that we needed to completely change the way we ate.

So, that November dusk in 2006, when we stood by the side of a small township road in northern...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.10.2015
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Natur / Technik ► Naturführer
• Themenwelt: Naturwissenschaften ► Biologie ► Ökologie / Naturschutz
• Themenwelt: Naturwissenschaften ► Geowissenschaften
• Themenwelt: Technik
• Themenwelt: Weitere Fachgebiete ► Land- / Forstwirtschaft / Fischerei
• Schlagworte: Alberta • Barrhead • farming • Grizzly Trail • Memoir • Off-grid • Organic Farming • small farming
• ISBN-10: 1-928088-20-1 / 1928088201
• ISBN-13: 978-1-928088-20-2 / 9781928088202