Reflections on times past

[Ian]

I used to sit in a pub with a few friends and the conversation would eventually get around to gardening. At the time I was probably the only one out of the five or six of us who regularly met who didn’t grow food. You know the reasons, I was too busy, I worked long hours, I had a large garden which already took a lot of maintenance.

So there we were, usually in a real ale pub, five fairly conscientious veggie growers and me. Every so often someone would claim they had grown the biggest potato, or leek, or onion and invariably the ensemble would dissolve into mild hysteria when the proponent of this accolade produced the item in question – which was usually a very sad example of whatever vegetable the parent plant thought it was.

And then one day, somebody claimed they had grown the longest carrot, and immediately the ribald comments started amidst demands of evidence – “produce the carrot” was sung from the benches. But today, our man simply dug into an old back pack he had brought and produced a gleaming, shiny, silver, cup, with his name engraved on it and the year - and in much bigger letters, the cup was engraved “Machen Agricultural Show, Longest Carrot”. This was a first for this group, silence fell amongst us as we all took in the enormity of this situation and then we celebrated in time honoured tradition and ordered another round of drinks.

I don’t go to that pub any more. I moved on. I moved to a new job, Indeed I moved countries, but I often think back fondly to those times.

No one cared that I was there, commenting about vegetable gardening with no experience whatsoever. No one cared about the gross exaggerations and sometimes, bare faced lies that were being expressed as “truth”. We were confident in our young selves and didn’t need to ascertain that everything we said was factual and PC.

Then , a few months ago I was given a book about working a “potager”. A French Kitchen Garden, and somehow, that book managed what my friends had singularly failed to do – it managed to make me want to grow my own food. Just a few vegetables – not a lot, just a few.

So I started to follow whatever advice I could find and I started by building a couple of raised beds on what the French call “parc” That’s a bit of lawn that isn’t lawn, but neither is it meadow.

My research led me to KGI and to this website where, I was welcomed with open arms.

My inexperience was huge but people very kindly explained and demonstrated what I should do, how I should do it and I learned a lot in a few short months. Things like sprouting, which I had never heard of , and the Three Sisters, which I knew was a play by Chekov, were all kindly explained to me, amongst so many others

The forums were there with all sorts of comments – sometimes on topic and sometimes way off topic. They reminded me very much of those conversations I had taken part in back in that pub in Wales, or in England depending on the weather. I smiled to myself as people made clever and funny comments and I soaked in the knowledge as people made frank and honest comments and explanations about things.

It really was very much like my time in the pub. Very serious topics were discussed but with a lightness that made them fun

But then something happened.

People started not to discuss the topic but to argue about logic and rationality and all the lightness went.

I often remember those days in my youth. I hope those days with KGI will come back.

Ian

[Brian Knowles]

Ian,

What a nice reminiscence you share. I just joined this place via a new old friend in FaceBook who invited me to join a cause to create a kitchen garden on the United State White House lawn. I wish I could find some fellow gardeners and farmers I could share some time with at the local watering hole or just on my porch overlooking the garden up here in upstate New York.

Brian

[Toni Criscuolo]

THank you. I'm sure I will have more questions but I'd like to get to know some of the contributors and see what they have to say.
Regards.

[John Walker]

Dear Ian,
As a fueller to the fire somewhat I must admit to seeing the lightness disappear. rather an odd statement that light should disappear with the addition of fuel.... (stop it John..)
Maybe that's part of the problem, we're not snug in a Newcastle pub a drinkin' of warm beer. (If anyone knows where that quote comes from I'll buy you a pint)
Thanks for the story and gentle reminder.
pax
John

[Heather Wood]

I thoroughly enjoyed this and I'm in agreement with you. It's not a matter of actual harm being done, but there's too much sententiousness and self-importance in the world already. I miss the lightheartedness and openness, and hope very much that we can get back to it.
By the way, I finally located a copy of In the French Kitchen Garden and will be reading it soon, so thanks for the recommendation. I also ordered another book by Brennan called A Pig in Provence, which sounded like a lot of fun. I'll report back after I read it.

[Penelope]

I understand your concern about the "logic" stuff, but I think it was fairly harmless, just a little over the top here and there.