At five a.m.the conch shell
blows,
time
to come and buy.
Pork, mutton,
beef and goat.
We know these
humble beasts,
their origins,
their pastures
and the labours
of their masters.
In theearly morning,
when
the mist
still
shrouds
the mountain,
no
shrink wrapped
disguises here.
This is village life,
raw and real,
filled with laughter,
and a slaughter
that bears
honest
testimony,
to ahard working,
God fearing,
fun loving
people,
a community,
that knows how
to work
and move
and love
and live,
together.
Christmas,
Easter,
Carnival
all
punctuated
by
conch shell
fanfare
and food for all.
It's a long way from the vacuousness and high air miles food of the big chainstores that we have here, it looks great - real and honest and natural and exciting, and no air miles! I try to do my bit by attending a local farmers market once a week but it's fairly tame compared to this :) Great post Zooms and I love those Easter lilies too! Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteWonderful stuff! Back to basics, Zooms.
ReplyDeleteWe are readying ourselves to put four of our lambs into the freezer. Not without a little trauma, so your post sets me free just that bit more.
There's a great honesty in eating meat and vegs you have grown. That's my theory anyway and I'm sticking to it.
great pics and words! i love to visit your post (as winter still drags here and i pine for spring, a daffodil even)where i can see warmth not only in temperature but in your spirit and those around you!
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That conch shell reminds me of my childhood, when the fishermen passed through the village. You'd hear them from afar, and the mothers would get their money and basins out to go and buy.
ReplyDeleteOh...and conch shell and cricket!
AKR, There are so many kites rising in the sky here right now, that you are never far from my mind.x
ReplyDeleteHi Blisshil, I have tried to speak to T about how nice rabbit tastes, but, apparently, they're his babies. I agree with your theory.
Mary Ann, thank you. Oddly enough, I am always happy when I see the Easter Lillies as they are the closest thing to daffodils that we have.
Hi GG, the fishermen still do that here, they come up every week, just as you describe, only now people meet them with a black plastic bag.
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