About farming and immigration, response to GusBecause
GusBecause had a comment on the thread about what we learned from last year's election.
The comment mentioned lettuce in, I suppose, the Salinas Valley, and the unwillingness of "white" workers to pick the same. I have to admit I wouldn't want to pick it either, but I have no objection to picking lettuce, chard, kale and other greens in my own yard. Not to mention wild growing nettle, young horseradish leaves, dandelion and plantain, and I have also finally identified purslane and creeping Charlie, so I intend to harvest some of those also. Before someone gets in a tizzy, let me reassure you that I have no intention of attempting to wild pick mushrooms or wild carrots. I do let the Queen Anne's Lace grow because I like it and it attracts bees and butterflies.
It is not for me to tell farmers how to farm or businesspersons how to run their businesses, but neither is it for them to tell me how to spend my own time, energy and money. I have no use whatever for boxes of fancy greens shipped across the country from CA and sold here in NY for $4-$5 a box. Does anyone know what happens to those boxes? I will tell you. Some are indeed purchased at the asking price by those who think they can afford it. Where I live, the rest of the fancy plastic boxes are sent out to a store which sells discounted groceries as a fundraiser to support charitable services for the indigent. There, the boxes of fancy greens are bought by frugal souls and the working poor for about $.50-$1.00 a box. I just cooked up a boxful to make my version of Southern Greens. Then I take a heated barbecue fork and punch holes in the box and use it for winter sowing for my summer garden. I need lots of WS boxes because some already sprouted seeds died in the recent storm. Now, how much longer does anyone think this racket can continue? My guess is not very.
I also lived for about 25 years in CA., not anywhere famous, but in the Central Valley which is like a war zone, or the next thing to. Sometimes it is little things which make people the maddest. For me it was being called bigoted because I presumed to mow my own lawn. So, sorry, but I can't get upset about Trump's immigration policy.
Where I live there is a vibrant and growing local food scene. During the growing season, I can find a farmer's market within easy driving distance every day of the week, including Sunday. On at least three separate days, there are markets accessible to me by foot or bus. In winter there are four separate FMs per month. The products offered include eggs, red and white meat, even flour, and all kinds of fruit and vegetables which will grow here. The only thing I can't find is buttermilk, which I use for baking. I get a few spices and baking powder at a health food store. So far as I know, all of the farms which sell at the markets have no problem finding help, and they all seem to be profitable. Most have diversified offerings, so they don't need a lot of workers at any one time. Besides, going to a supermarket is an annoying chore; going to the FM is fun.