|Fuckin' 'ell! David Mitchell goes farming (video below)|
Everywhere you look, the countryside has crept into cities and towns – the way we shop, eat, read, dress, decorate our homes, spend our time. Street food is sold out of revamped agricultural trucks, or from village-delivery style bicycles. City-dwellers are booking into a growing number of courses on rural life; urban bees and chickens are commonplace (though do keep up: ducks are where it's at now). And when Rebekah Brooks wanted to get the prime minister's attention? "Let's discuss over country supper soon."Of course, as the guy who penned a how-to guide on home distilling, it's probably no surprise that I'm right along with them. When we met recently with a landscaper who tried so hard to push for succulents all over the property, she pushed back when I said they weren't for me. "They're drought-resistant," she explained. "They'll grow in your soil..."
"Look," I interrupted. "Here's the deal. If it doesn't end up on my plate or in my glass, I don't want it in my yard." She froze, hand in mid-gesture. "OK. Message received." Then she smiled: "Where in the country are you from?"
Where in the country? Why, Southern California, of course.
While we figure out the plant situation at the Whiskey Forge, check out David Mitchell (in a bit for The Mitchell and Webb Situation) after he gets bit by the farming bug and cannot believe the money to be made at it:
Goes well with:
- A trip to the Lakeside Nature Center in Kansas City.
- The new ruralism: how the pastoral idyll is taking over our cities, Paula Cocozza's piece from The Guardian.
- I've Never Eaten Paw Paw, a look at some of the fruit tree choices I'm weighing for the yards, including paw paw, a fruiting tree of my native Missouri that sometimes has a...distinctive...odor.