The Birds and the Bees
Berlin Travel Blog› entry 3 of 74 › view all entries
There is a fundamental difference between the warmth in
Why did I enjoy coming home so much? First, the family, which I suppose most people can relate to, and those who can’t are more unlucky than any broke person. These are my parents and siblings; sometimes I just feel the need to be around them. The 2nd reason is my 2nd family: the flora and fauna of home. There’s just nothing like being surrounded by the environment one grows up in if you haven’t experienced it in a while. Irish countryside always seemed dead to me in a way; here everything is amplified: the sounds, the animals you see, live with, even eat. Right now I can hear multitudes of birds chirping, and the ever present WooOOO Hoooo, Hoo Hoo of the mourning Dove, instantly recognizable and nostalgic. Bugs fly all around, buzzing their various self important songs, I can’t take 2 steps in the backyard without frogs hopping out of foots way, squirrels and rabbits run from bush to bush, and I’ve already seen a deer and pheasant since I’ve arrived, the two true staples of Wisconsin hunting.
And of course, the catfish, I’ve seen plenty of those! They are plentiful in the
So with his audience of children and cats Dad expertly slices the fish, breaking the heads off with his bare hands with a giant bone snapping “crack!” and skimming the knife smoothly through the flesh. The compliments to the fish were fried whole baby onions, zucchini rings and beets, all of which came from the front yard rather than the back. Dads the fisher but moms the ultimate gardener, and with just a few yards of soil we’ve rarely had to ever buy vegetables as the woman can grow anything. Despite the fact the whole meal was fried, there’s something incredibly healthy feeling about pulling beets out of the ground at 3 and forking them into your face at 8. The taste, obviously, cannot be compared to grocery store food, but it goes beyond that, the fundamental Quality comes through; it’s like eating a 3D beet after months of flat, 2 dimensional vegetables.I think people don’t realize the literal meaning of “coming from the earth”, but when examined the statement is exactly spot on. All the cells in my body, they need proteins to grow, my brain amino acids and my muscles protein. Where did these come from? From this plot of land. My mother ate from this garden when pregnant with me, and I continued for 18 years after. The same reducible elements I carry around are directly related to this soil, and this water, I am an extension and a temporary use of these. If I were to be buried here they would go back to the same soil with no hesitation. I eat what comes from this land; I drink from the same, it is my home in a way suburban kids whose parents move around a lot will never know “home”