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Dogs

Sharon February 19th, 2009

We lost Rufus, our older American Working Farmcollie the other day.  He was an unusually large dog for his breed – much bigger than either parent, and the vet suspects that he had a hidden heart defect that sometimes affects large dogs.   He was fine in the morning, but began to decline rapidly in the afternoon, could barely walk into the house, and by the time Eric got him to the vet, he was gone.  We miss him.

His half-sister, our other dog, Mistress Quickly, really misses him – the two of them have been inseperable since the day we brought her home.  We called them the “doofi” (plural of doofus, although they are actually terribly smart dogs) because they came through every door together, no matter how badly the fit or how long it took to get both furry bodies through.  She was his miniature twin – he was huge, she was on the small side for a farmcollie, and they were a unit. Now she’s bereft.

Rufus’s great moment of heroism happened when he was a puppy – I was 8 months pregnant with Isaiah when 3 1/2 year old Eli took off running towards the road.  I couldn’t catch him with my huge belly – and Rufus interposed his body between Eli and the cars.  He was fearless – he ran off the coyotes and the foxes, and once what we suspect, from the sound, was a bobcat.  As a puppy, he killed a racoon after our chickens that was bigger than he was – and when it tried to escape up a tree, he went up the tree after it.  We’re going to miss him.

But I think we’re not going to be able to wait and grieve too long to get another dog – Quickly is simply too heartbroken, and while I doubt another dog could take his place, getting her a companion is a priority.  And discussing the subject with the kids distracts them from their loss.  So I suspect that despite Eric and my inclination to wait, we’re going to look for a dog fairly soon.

 Which brings us to a set of questions.  What breed or mix of breeds?  Adult or puppy?  Shelter dog, rescue group or breeder?  What do we want from a dog?  For us, whatever we choose, it has to serve some larger purpose as well as provide all the wonderful things that dogs do – company, pleasure.  On a working farm, all creatures great and small are part of the whole.

We’re still sorting out what we want.  The boys want a corgi, mostly, I think because of Tasha Tudor ;-) .  I actually have a real fondness for corgyn, having known several wonderful ones.  We talk about a livestock guardian dog, maybe a Pyr, but I’m more interested, at this stage, in a family dog.  Most of our animals are down by the house, and I don’t know how well an LGD would do bonded to the family.

 We could seek out another farmcollie – they are wonderful dogs, bred to recreate the old working farm dogs that could herd, guard the family and handle predators.  But somehow while I can face the idea of another dog, the idea of another AWF seems like a betrayal of Rufus. 

It has to be a dog that can handle farm life – we can’t keep an animal who will kill poultry or chase the goats and sheep.  For this reason (and the four small kids) I’m a little reluctant to adopt an older dog, since you don’t know what their prior experience has been.  Too bad – I actually like settled down older dogs better than puppies (not that puppies aren’t cute, but I’m still housebreaking my kids ;-) ). 

We’ve talked in the past about bonding a dog to Eli, also, to help keep him safe on the property.  A lab or a mix might be just the right dog for that.  Or maybe there’s a better breed, one that could serve some farm purposes, and also free range a little with the kids.

And then there are aesthetics – the dogs of my early childhood were all big – owned by family members and friends they were shepherd and wolfhound mixes.  I’m partial to big dogs, despite the disadvantages of a dog that can look your kid in the eye – or down on them, despite the shorter lifespans.  The kids, I think, would prefer a smaller dog, one that felt like a dog at heel even to them, and Eric sort of agrees.  We do need something big enough not to be prey for the coyotes, at a minimum, though, and one suited to covering some ground on a farm. 

We’re still mulling over what we might need or want in a dog.  I certainly would welcome suggestions and advice as we make this transition, for which we were not ready.

 Sharon

Can I Lose My Car Without Losing My Home?

Sharon February 18th, 2009

I grew up without a car – or partly.  My parents had joint custody, and except for one brief foray into a scary police auction car that barely made it home and then sat in the driveway, my father never owned a car.  We lived in various small cities and suburbs of Boston, my father worked in inner-city Boston for a while, and then an outer suburb, and my father, being essentially an urban person, took us to the city (or anywhere anything interesting was going on) nearly every weekend for museums, puppet shows, cultural events.  The fact that we lived in the ‘burbs and had no car not only didn’t matter – it gave us a sense of confidence.

By the time I was 12, I was taking the trains and buses into Boston and Cambridge to meet my Dad.  By 14, while my peers were still begging their parents to go to the mall, I was spending much of my time roaming the city.  I never understood why most of my friends had such a parochial view of our town – of course, there was nothing to do here, but a couple of bucks and hop on a bus and you could be somewhere else.  But, of course, the buses and trains were mysterious to them.

At 16, I could technically have learned to drive, but my mother’s clearly expressed disinclination to share her car with any of her children and the fact that I could already get where I wanted to go meant that, well, I never did.  I could travel my whole world – even when my friends moved out to the suburbs, I could navigate just about anywhere on a combination of commuter rail, buses, subways and the occasional negotiated ride from a friend.  Why bother with a car?

And so, when, at nearly 29, I moved out to the countryside, I found myself laboriously, painfully learning to drive.  I hated it.  I still hate to drive.  I did not learn when I was young and secure in my own immunity to death, and so the idea of large metal boxes hurtling at each other at high speeds just seems like a bad idea to me.  Fortunately, my husband is a good and willing driver, and I don’t have to drive too often.  But I have always viewed the car as the price I have to pay to live in the country – and at times, I’ve wondered if it was too high a price.

We’ve done everything we can to minimize our use of the internal combustion engine.  First, there’s the Riot for Austerity, that limits our gas consumption inherently.  We have to weigh “is it worth it to take this trip, to do this activity” each time we do it.  We’ve also tried hard to resist two car status – for a while, when a neighbor was also an at-home, our two families shared three cars – we bartered for use of their car one day a week.  Our kids carpooled with theirs for many activities.  And for the last year or so, we’ve had one small car for the household – challenging with three kids in booster or car seats, but doable.  The sheer unpleasantness of being crammed into the middle bench seat, my knees against the radio, mean that we’re not much tempted to take the car on long extraneous journeys.  Given that I find travel in cars inherently unpleasant, slightly upping the ante is no great hardship.

It isn’t always easy – we barter for the use of a truck occasionally with a friend to haul hay. Stock ups at the grocery store are limited by what we can cram in around our feet as well as in the trunk, and when it was time to take the chickens to the butcher, unpapering the back seat was a less than totally pleasant task.  Everyone says “you need a truck.”  But we don’t want one.

And it has its pleasures – cuddling in together in winter, and we amuse ourselves with the site of the stunned gas station attendant who glanced into the car window and saw three vigorously waving little boys in car seats, my husband, pretending to be blase, and a goat curled up on the front seat and looking at him curiously.

Still, the holy grail lurks in front of us.  Could we ever give up the car entirely?  The thing about the party game of “how low can you go” is that you can’t stop wondering if there’s another step down.

So far the only plan I’ve come up with involves a whole lot of money that we don’t particularly have.  Because our oldest son is autistic and not bike-safe, and the others are not yet good enough to ride distances on our very steep and hilly roads, Eric and I would probably need bicycle rickshaws or bakefiets bikes as primary transport. Two of these, or one double rickshaw falls solidly into the category of “not cheap.” And given the realities of our geography (we’re not called “The Hilltowns” for nothing) we’d probably want some kind of electric assist if we’re really going to haul our four kids plus groceries and garden supplies up from the valley.  And Eric’s commute to SUNY would require a moped or e-bike or something to cover the 17 miles each way in ways that wouldn’t cut too badly into our family time.  He can and has biked it, but it is a bit long for him to do consistently – mostly for reasons of time.  He can carpool some of the time – but not all of it.  There’s actually a rural bus that runs through town daily – but it is extremely expensive and leaves our area many hours before he has to leave – both of us would regret the lost family time, which is so precious to us anyway.  But maybe we could manage it.

For longer trips, we’d take trains, but how to get to the train station?  We can get to family in NYC and Boston easily enough that way, but there are literally no taxis out here – it is almost impossible to get to and from transportation hubs.  I’ve imposed occasionally on my neighbors, but few have vehicles big enough to transport the six of us, plus a driver.  We can and do barter for things like this, but how much imposition are we willing to make?

And then there’s religious life.  We could probably make the trip to synagogue on our bikes much of the year – although it does involve some busy roads.  But what about religious school?  That would involve, even in good weather, long trips back in the evenings, in dark on busy high traffic roads with exhausted kids and probably quite tired parents.  Somehow we quail at the thought.  We could homeschool for afternoon religious school – but that would take our kids out of their peers’ lives in one more way.  Or perhaps we should put our backs behind the efforts to open a rural shul in a town not much closer, but with back routes that involve almost no traffic. 

We could park the car *most* of the time.  The problem then is that we’re still paying upkeep and fees, money we couldn’t invest in bikes and equipment.  And then we’d still have it, and I know myself well enough to know that I’d be tempted to…just this once…

We could move, of course, to walkable areas, assuming we could sell the house.  But my husband’s job is here, and our community.  I’ve thought about it – almost all of my family is now located in one small area of coastal Massachusetts, and I could go back to navigating the trains with the boys in tow.  I’m sure there’d be Jewish life and we have tons of community and old friends there – I miss them a lot.  But even if we could sell the house, we’d lose the farm, and we’d struggle to buy anything other than a tiny suburban or urban lot on the North Shore of Massachusetts.  No goats, no farm…no thanks.  I’m not ready to give it up.  Moreover, I think the narrative that we should all live in walkable, dense communities ignores the fact that we need people who don’t to grow our food.

So the question emerges – how far can we go on the car front?  Is it better to simply try and whittle down, step by step, each dependency, but keep the car for the things we value most, or is it worth it to throw down the gauntlet, and try to really live a car free life in a rural place?  Would the hardships and inconveniences be unbearable or freeing?  The problem is that the investment is a major commitment, and we won’t know until the day when it is drizzly and cold, and I still get out the bike and pile the kids in for the 6 mile trip to the farmstand.

I don’t know if we’ll get there, but I do think about it. 

Sharon

Making Money Growing Stuff

Sharon February 17th, 2009

It is school break week, and the day that we’re having five additional children over for the day.  Unfortunately, it is also the day that Eric forgot that he would be gone all day at a training session.  Oops.

 So unless I duct tape them to the floor (much more likely that they’ll get me ;-) ), I’m afraid I’m off today.  Aaron is covering my behind over at the garden design class, so check his blog out for good stuff on growing food.

 And I’m relying on you all to cover me in this post – I’m looking for as many creative suggestions about hwo to make money growing food as possible.  Normally, I’d post a list, but I have to go face the chaos and remind everyone “No, the kitty does not like to fly.”  So I’ll be grateful for your help!

 Sharon

The Wealth and Poverty of Nations (and Neighbors)

Sharon February 16th, 2009

A while back there was a study that suggested that it is more expensive to be poor in the US in some ways, than it is to be rich.  And to anyone who has actually been poor, this probably made perfect sense.  Among the ways that being poor cost you money:

1. Your infrastructure is limited, so you are limited to what fits in your infrastructure – for example, you don’t have a car, so you can only shop at the convenience stores or those on your bus line, which are more expensive than the Walmart outside town.  Your house or apartment is underinsulated, so your utility bills are extremely high.  You have to have food and heat, so you pay them, and struggle.

2. You are less likely to have insurance, or to have exhausted your safety nets,  so you are more likely to find yourself paying for acute costs because of things you’ve let go – instead of routine dental care, you don’t got the dentist until there’s a major crisis, involving multiple root canals.  You can’t afford to have the roof replaced, so you wait until things start falling on your head.

3. You find yourself falling behind on bills and incurring the costs associated with that fall behind – $50 here to get your electricity turned back on when the child support payment didn’t come in, higher interest rates on the credit cards because of late payments, the returned check fee for the school yearbook you’d hoped your tips would cover…

 4. You have little access to ways of getting ahead – you can’t buy in bulk because you can’t lug your toddler, your infant stroller and a 50lb sack of anything on the bus.  You credit is shaky, nonexistent or minimal, so you can’t borrow enough to start that business or get a car that wouldn’t break down.  So you continue to buy the higher priced bags of rice, and pay the repair and heat bills bills,  - even though you’d save money with a minor upgrade that is as out of reach for you as the moon.

5. The upgrades are out of reach because things like “return on investment” don’t matter when you can’t front the cash.  People who talk about “Only 3 years until you get your money back” for some investment don’t quite grasp that fronting 3 years of anything is out of the question – you can’t handle the credit, you can’t handle the payments, and odds are you, can’t get the loan anyway.

6. Prior indebtedness weighs you down.  Those payments that seemed so manageable when they were described to you at teaser reates or in isolation are now major drags on your budget.  Borrowing to meet crisis needs – say, the payments you owe the hospital from after your car accident, make it less likely you can get along day to day.  Moreover, the costs keep shooting higher, either because companies are making less profit and want more, or because you screwed up as in #3.  You now know you will never, ever get out from under it – and thus, your choices are limited by your debt.

There are other ways that this high cost of poverty plays out, but these are enough examples to get you going.  I’m willing to bet that some of my readers have experienced some of these costs themselves, and more probably will as the current economic crisis expands.

But unlike in prior recessions, ordinary people aren’t the only ones experiencing the new realities and limitations of poverty – governments at all levels are getting to know these restrictions.  I recently listened to my state’s debate on what to do what the stimulus money being offered to them.  The choices consist of:

1. Save the money to meet future budget shortfalls, which will definitely occur.

2. Spend the money in the vain hope of getting the economy moving on projects that were conceived back when we had a growth economy and probably won’t do much to alleviate our plight.  Meanwhile, panic because there will be no money for future budget shortfalls.

3. Use it to cover increasing gaps in safety nets – gaps that only get bigger, and devour more of the money.

None of these really deals with the primary need, which is for deep infrastructure change.  But, of course, it is increasingly beyond our states, just as it is beyond most poor people.  For example, you’d like to move to a better apartment, the one with a bedroom for your daughters who now sleep in the living room, no cockroaches and nearer your husband’s job.  But to do so, you’d have to get first months, last months and security accumulated, plus the cost of the moving truck, and the landlord isn’t likely to give you back the security deposit because he’s that kind of landlord. 

Now the states are in roughly the same situation as your average working class poor person – they aren’t allowed to carry deficits (ie, no credit for you), and the one thing they can’t do is get enough money to do the things that are really needed – even if they knew what they were. 

Meanwhile, their infrastructure begins to degrade, the rough equivalent of skipping your dentist appointments – the bridges start to crumble, the roads have potholes, etc…  And of course, a year or two of neglect is going to mean more costs down the road – but that can’t be helped.

Because your infrastructure is now limited to the cheap energy infrastructure, the states are now limited to cheap energy adaptations – and emphasis on the cheap, or the ones that use what you’ve got - that is, without a public transport network, the best we can hope for is carpooling.  Without good housing, the best we can expect is for someone in any given family to keep their house and move their relatives in.

And crises keep coming along to undercut your attempts to catch up.  First the unemployment funds start to empty, and then the bond defaults start.  A city goes bankrupt and needs state aid to keep the trash pickup coming, and no one budgeted for that.

Credit becomes almost impossible to find – no one wants your muncipal bonds, no one shows up for the auctions.  Which means that you have to stop even the steps you’ve been taking to get ahead.

Things that would give you a return on investment – say, improving the quality of education for your million school kids, or ensuring that some of them can go on to college through state subsidies, or investing in the good health of your households, or making your environment attractive to the kind of businesses that are most likely to stay and bring in tax revenues become impossible – you don’t have the money to make sweetheart deals or improve education – in fact, you are probably cutting back on it, and accepting that in 12 years, you’ll pay the price in students who did about as well in 35 kid classrooms as you’d expect.

That is, real poverty works pretty much the same at the personal, state or national (Iceland, say) level – you can’t buy much, you can’t save money, your costs get driven up. you lurch from crisis to crisis, getting further and further in the hole.  Some people are able to make their way out due to concerted effort and some good luck, but for most people, no matter how you try, getting out is almost impossible – because it would require the ability to invest in your future.  At best, you can maintain, get a little ahead this year, and fall back next, rather as Japan has done for the last 15 years. 

We are not yet at the stage where the US government is fully in this mode – it is still able to borrow money, but there are ominous signs of what is to come.  China’s mutterings about uncoupling from US debt are getting louder.  And with Japan facing a national contraction of 10%, their ability to buy our Treasuries is falling apart.  What happens when the 2 billion per day inflow sputters or halts? 

This is something that many people, maybe even most, simply can’t get their minds around.  The idea that a nation could get poor – and that it could look a lot like when Grandma got poor – seems strange and alien.  The idea that our country or our state would lose the ability to invest in major infrastructure changes, that we might have to live with what we have, seems very strange.  After all, can’t the nation run deficits?  Can’t it just print money.

 Yes, it can.  It can run huge deficits – but remember, all those debts will have to be served, and with a declining tax revenue (poor unemployed people and companies that go out of business pay fewer taxes than employed folks and functioning corporations) revenue base, more and more of our wealth has to go to servicing debt.  And all that borrowed money has to come from somewhere - and more and more debt makes people less likely to lend.  Think of it in terms of your own credit score – the lender is far more likely to lend to you if you have money in the bank and a loan level you can reasonably service than if not.

So what about printing money?  Yes, the US can do that, indeed, the Fed already is.  But the amount being printed is comparatively trivial in relationship to the debts and losses, and because we know that, the temptation is to hang on to any money we have in anticipation of the next emergency, which always comes. 

To do it on the scale required would require that we decouple from the world economy in a lot of ways.  Now this may well happen, but the process of decoupling is likely itself to be difficult, and deeply destructive to the economy.  That is, you can print money if you’ve already accepted that other nations aren’t going to be doing a lot of foreign investment – but that means seeing other economies take their wealth out of yours, which is a further deflationary event.  By the time hyper-inflation does come, what you probably have is something called “collapse.” 

And by this point, the assumptions one can safely make about what nations can and can’t do are probably rather different – one stops, I suspect, seeing nations like the US as powerful actors who could do things like extend health care to everyone or rebuild our energy infrastructure.  Instead, governments can do one of two things – pitch their entire effort into ameliorating suffering, or pitch their effort mostly into preserving wealth and privelege.  Something has to go, generally, and the first thing is likely to be the big dreams.  Instead, goals get smaller – either petty small, or more basic, simpler and more honest.  So far, we’ve been heavy on choice #2, help the rich,  but there are still hopes for better, and reason to try and make it happen at every level.

I think a lot of people who “get” the recession break off here, at the idea that there can be such a thing as a nation becoming poor.  And yet, it does happen – we’ve seen standards of living fall in several nations over the last few decades.  But Americans particularly struggle to get their heads around the idea that many of the big things governments do might cease to be done.  And they may be right – but I think it is wise to recognize the real possibility that at the municipal level, the trash pickup and snowplows may stop, that at the state level, your wife who is an employee may end up collecting worthless IOUs, or that projects designed to improve all our lives may simply be abandoned mid project.  And that at the national level, the scope of our ambitions may have to get smaller, and smaller, and smaller.

 What is remarkable about the resilience of poor people is how often they do manage to keep themselves from hitting rock bottom, despite the heavy burdens they labor under.  That is, while some do end up homeless and desperate, most ordinary poor people work their job or jobs, tend their kids, put food on the table, keep everyone going, get their kids to school.  That’s something that states and nations could also do – we will have sufficient resources to keep everyone fed, even to keep our commitments to the hungry in the world.  We will have sufficient resources, if we choose, to educate children and offering support to the elderly, the frail, the vulnerable.  But this will mean giving up most other goals – including the ones that talk about growth and executive salaries.

Moreover, there is an alternate form of poverty – self-sufficient poverty.  That is, it is possible to shift one’s idea of growth from the “quarter over quarter” to the “generation over generation” model – that is, you don’t get richer with your annual raises, you get richer because your parents save what they have, and pass it down to you.  They improve the soil, they plant more trees, they pay off the debt, and then you add the extra room for your sister and her children, dig the drainage, start the business that you can pass on to your children.

At the personal level, this is the difference between the urban dweller who lives on $2 per day and spends 80% of her income on food, and the one who lives on $2 per day on a piece of land that produces enough food for them.  In the first case, a medical crisis is a disaster, and you can never get ahead, never find the money to send your kids to school, never keep up.  In the second, most years the money can be held for doctor’s bills and school fees, and there’s hope.

The major functional difference in the two cases is this – the self-sufficient model has found ways around the constant falling behind.  It isn’t perfect – people do fall behind.  But there’s more stability in the long term. Instead of paying heavy fees to have services or energy provided, you might make your own, uisng a methane digester to provide cooking fuel from your own bodily wastes, or you might turn to community funds to start a business, or build a home, rather than banks with heavy interest rates.  Infrastructure investments are slow and less frequent – but because you stay in place for generations, the accumulated benefit of those investments, whether richer soil or a carefully harvested and nurtured forest or a house adapted to your climate and needs accrue enough to each generation to make progress.  Instead of always losing because you cannot afford to borrow ahead from the next generation or the next year, you never borrow against them – you plan for their enrichment by doing what you can, slowly, and then passing down the benefits over time. 

At the government level, it is possible to respond to less formal wealth with more informal wealth – with improving people’s quality of resources, rather than their quantity, with offering incentives for self-sufficiency, with encouraging people to feel content with what they have, or even proud of doing without and living well.  It is possible to imagine a patriotism built on our ability to adapt to these changing conditions, a sense that we are passing on to the future a legacy.  It is feasible to invest in natural capital – to plant more trees that will bear and serve future generations, to improve soil and water quality, and pass down more and better – not more and better economic growth, but more and better natural resources, and more and better priorities.

The transition from on-the-edge to self-sufficient is not a magic bullet – it is all poverty, and no poverty is bliss.  I do not claim that poverty is an ideal – merely that at least for a time, it is inevitable that we will experience a dramatic drop in what we can afford and have.  I wish I thought that there was another way through the present disequilibrium, but I do not.

The good thing is that we are still endowed with resources, nature still repairs itself to a degree, though we have done deep damage, there is still some hope for the future, if we were to invest ourselves in it.  And the other good thing is that after a period of poverty, one can reach equilibrium in which one no longer feels poor – that is, perhaps if we can find a way to induce people to improve their culture, soils, water, resources, we may find that living with much less is easier, we have adapted and developed a vernacular lifestyle in which “poverty” is no longer the right description, because we are accustomed to what we have, and we get back a little more each year, a little more beauty, a little more community and social capital.  

 Sharon

Facing the Zoning Monster

Sharon February 12th, 2009

Over the last 50 years, food and zoning laws have worked to minimize subsistence activities in populated areas.  Not only have we lost the culture of subsistence, but we’ve instituted legal requirements that make it almost impossible for many people to engage in simple subsistence activities that cut their energy use, reduce their ecological impact, improve their food security and improve their communities.  In some cases, these laws were instituted for fairly good reasons, in many cases, for bad ones that associate such activities with poverty.

In fact, scratch most of the reasons for these things, and you’ll find class issues under their surface in the name of “property values.”  There are ostensible reasons for these things, but generally speaking, the derive from old senses of what constituted wealth – and what constituted wealth was essentially having things that don’t do anything of economic value, but show that you can afford.  It is important to remember that many things we think are ugly because of their class associations are not inherently ugly – that is, a lush garden is not inherently more ugly than a lawn (quite the contrary), nor are colorful clothes on a line inherently unattractive.  What we find beautiful has to do with our culture and our training, otherwise how could anyone have ever found a 800K McMansion beautiful?

Among the basic subsistence activities legislated against by towns, cities and housing developments are:

1. Clotheslines instead of dryers.  Reason: Looks poor.  Might suggest you can’t afford a dryer.  Plus, you might see underwear that isn’t your own.  This is a major cause of sin.

2. No livestock, but large pets are acceptable. Reason: Ostensible reasons are health based, a few even broadly grounded in fact, real reason is that pets, which have no purpose other than companionship and cost money, are broadly a sign of affluence, while livestock are a sign of poverty, because they provide economic benefits.

3. No front yard gardens.  Reason: The lawn is a sign of affluence – you have money, leisure and water enough to have a chunk of land, however tiny, that doesn’t produce.  It creates in many neighborhoods a seemingly contiguousm, but basically sterile and safe seeming ”public” greenspace that is actually privatized and not very green.  Gardens, on the other hand, have dirty wildlife and bugs in them, and might grow food, which is bad because it implies you can’t afford it – even if you can’t. 

4. No rainwater collection.  Reason: This is mostly in dry places in the Southwest, for fear that the tiny amount of available rainwater might not reach people who can’t afford to pay for it, or strangely believe that water that lands on their roof might belong to them,  and who would like to have gardens anyway.  A few other municipalities do it for fear of west nile disease because they seem never to have heard of screens or mosquito dunks.  Oh, and barrels look like you can’t afford to water your lawn with sprinklers, even when it is raining.

5. No commerce of any kind. Reason: This often does not include white collar telecommuters who can make money out of their homes all they want, or upscale white collar professionals with home offices.  Instead this means people who want to sell food, do hair, fix things, etc…  This is deemed ugly and bad – and it is a visible reminder that people might not have enough money to keep warm burning it, and might need to earn some.

Now I realize I’m being a little bit unkind.  People have real aesthetic concerns – but a law that outlaws even tasteful gardens or small tasteful signs that say “eggs” on them, or a town that tries to keep its “traditional” “colonial” or “small town” feel without actually allowing any of the characteristics of traditional, colonial or small town life is creating a sterile Disneyland as well as destroying long term environmental, economic and food security.

The reality is that clothes on the line aren’t empirically ugly.  Neighborhood cats carry more diseases than backyard poultry.  If you can put a political sign on your lawn, you should be able to put a sign that says “fresh baked goods” on it – hell, food security is political!

That means that these laws can’t be allowed to stand.  And that means that one of the first things you or your community, your transition group or your neighbors can do is to push to change your zoning laws or your neighborhood covenants.   

That means you need to get involved.  Go to the town meetings.  Get to know you zoning board.  Talk to your neighbors.  Strategize – can you find some people who want chickens to get together with?  Find out what the objections are and address them – if people are afraid of bird flu, remind them that bird flu is largely a problem of industrial production.  If people think that lawns are beautiful and food gardens are ugly, show them otherwise.  Show them that other towns are doing it – remind them that Seattle allows chickens and that there is a national “Right to Dry” law. 

If the law won’t help you, consider whether you are willing to consider civil disobedience.  Unjust laws need to be overturned – you don’t have to go to jail to be Thoreau, sometimes you just need to plant some kale.  But before you do that, do know the price you may have to pay – make sure you are willing to pay it.  Someone with courage who is willing to pay a price may have to go first – and if you have the willingness to be the one to fight that battle, well, all honor to you.

The reality is that some of the zoning restrictions and covenants will fade as times get tougher, but we really can’t afford to wait for things to be really bad to get our chickens – because it will likely to be harder to come by diverse stock then.  We can’t wait to grow food until we’re already hungry.  We can’t wait to collect water until our well is dry.  It is worth fighting these battles right now – particularly since many of them truly are rooted in ugly prejudice against the poor,  and separation from our agrarian past.

Well, most Americans couldn’t get much more separate from our roots, so that’s sort of silly. And bit by bit, people are bringing clotheslines and front yard gardens back, and making them cool again.  But we can’t wait for that to happen – because the reality is that many of us will be poor, and the utility of these activities will be needed to soften our poverty.

We can’t wait until everyone sees a garden full of food as beautiful and lush.  Instead, we’ve got to make sure that even those who still think it looks old fashioned and dirty don’t get to control something so basic as our future anymore.

 Sharon

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