Removing Labels on Nature

 
 
I’ve arrived at a critical juncture in my life and have made a decision as a Farmer to no longer share the garden bounty at markets. One too many times I’ve been asked by the bully powers that be to change the labels on preserves I’ve put so much into and made so little monetary profit off of. Rational logic dictates such a scenario as illogical. As a caretaker of my land I object to folks sticking their fingers in my pies and noses in my business and then saying I must use a solid color tablecloth whilst stealing the silverware. One too many puritanical customers could not deal with dirt and the idea of having to wash their own produce. For condescending spoiled rotten customers I’m not about to peel dirty outer layers off of one-dollar-a-bunch gourmet cippolini onions and cry over it too. This type of behavior costs everyone far too much. Wars like this cost everyone too much. It is now necessary for Farmers to step away from the too bad Farmers’ markets become a farce of mini doughnuts and egg rolls that come up each spring due to the demands of obese self servers who “I want it and I want it now and I want it pristine and I want it labeled in duplicate because I can’t read well due to the failing education system in this country…
My garden is closed to community supported agriculture because the community is unwilling to work, unwilling to get their hands dirty, unwilling to be a community. My generosity has been ripped off by a doctor who wrote me a bad check for fresh produce and a mother teaching her children how to rip a Farmer off for a buck, and irrational bite the hand that feeds anti-farmer sentiment goes tens of thousands deeper in the cuts to us by the way. The begging question from the public has been, “If I pay you, how much do I get in my box as a CSA customer?” In my opinion, “Your money does not begin to pay me for all the good intentions and time spent caring for this garden, bully.” If someone else wants to care about this garden, in other words; action, participation, & work are required. No pansies allowed in my sacred garden. I have not made a label in a long time, what a relief. I am back to doing the job I did as a child that so annoyed everyone. I am taking those labels off of all the jars and cans and myself. You’ll have to guess you know better than I what came from my garden. Up with a mirror for the bullies instead.