9/8/2023 0 Comments Plum pie messageFrom this garden, we harvested beans, corn and peas that my mom froze for the winter. ![]() When I was growing up, my parents planted a huge garden. ![]() And surprisingly, a plum pie on the pot luck table was an indication of how little some things in this place had changed since I was a little girl. While the occasion of the trip to our old home was very sad, the outpouring of support from the tiny community was astounding – and just one small piece of that provision for our family was a pot luck banquet after the funeral. My uncle’s death on our ranch was tragic – and it continues to remind me of the risks involved in the agricultural production of food for our country my dad and his brothers produced beef cattle on our 1,200 acre ranch in Montana. It’s about how I traveled back to the small farm community where I grew up and attended a funeral. I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while now almost a year and a half.
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