The older I get, the more frustrated I get with our modern society. I’m sure that’s true of many people, and it’s just a natural symptom of maturity, but it’s really beginning to bother me. I was drinking out of a bottle of beer over the weekend, thinking to myself how wasteful it is that the beer comes in glass that will be shattered, melted down and reformed after just one use. I want to reuse containers, like we have been taught to do with our shopping bags – and like they used to in the past before the age of disposable everything. I miss the days of milk arriving in bottles on the doorstep, and the empties being taken away, washed and sterilised before being refilled for someone else. Or even before that.. my grandmother used to have to take the big metal milk jug down the lane to the man who brought the milk churns around, and get the jug filled. So no recycling at all, just using the same container that already belonged to the family. Trouble is, I’m not sure what I can practically do about any of this besides buy a cow – and I’m not really into cattle, as anyone who has gone walking with me will know!
I am considering growing my own fruit and veg, though. I could use them myself, and make jams, pickles and relishes out of the surplus. Perhaps I could even sell some of them at the community market, although there’s probably all sorts of health and safety and food standards tests to pass before I can do something like that. Maybe I could do an honesty box at the end of the drive, plenty of people do that. Anyway, I want to know where my food is coming from, and I don’t want to think about all the excess packaging that has gone into making it palatable for consumers, and of course all this thought about wartime rations has made me think I really should put some effort into growing my own fruit and veg, like almost every household had to do during the war. If it was good enough for them, with how busy they all were already, then surely I could do the same?