I live in a city in Jamaica.
I’ve always felt that we should eat more of what we grow in our own country – but I (like most other people) have never been involved in growing my own food. Like everyone else, I would get what I needed from the supermarket. Then we all complain about the poor state of the economy, how we depend almost entirely on imports, the high price of food and the rising rate of inflation. The usual pundits on the news and the talk shows would ask questions such as:
- Why can’t we produce more of our own food locally?
- Why is the food produced locally often blemished, wrinkled, pest-damaged or otherwise in bad shape when it is in the shops?
- Couldn’t we do a better job at presentation and packaging?
- Why are we spending so much money on imported food when there is so much land lying idle in the country?
- Why are there so many unemployed people in the city while there is so much unused farmland that has been abandoned and has reverted to bush?
- Why can’t people at least grow their own food, instead of begging or stealing to survive?
…..and then I married a ‘hobby farmer’ – and I became one too.
I’ve been bitten by the farming bug…..With no knowledge of what I’ve begun, this is a blog about my journey as a farmer in the city.
In my next post I’ll tell you about my experience so far as a ‘hobby farmer’.
Each week I’ll post on my progress and my next step. Please feel free to offer your comments and advice.
Posh Farming 