I grew up with cats in the house for pets. They were nice to have around to pet and some times play with but they really didn't do anything to earn their daily ration of cat food. I grew up in the suburbs of Kentwood Michigan in the 1960s and 70s. Food came from the grocery store and was brought home in a Pontiac station wagon. I had no really notion of my foods actual origin.
It is now 2011 and I have my own family. We live in a modest size city in the Midwest of region on the US, Grand Rapids. Our house sits on a typical sized urban lot which we have turned into a micro urban farm. We have 6 laying hens, one pair of breeding rabbits (Flemish Giants yet too young to breed), and one stack of honey bee boxes. We grow a lot of vegetables and herbs along with flowers to draw in the pollinating insects and for cutting flowers. We have sought to create our own little paradise and it is a lovely comfort.
I hope our children will grow up with a deeply rooted understanding of what a gracious miracle real food is. I hope for them is that they will be .woven into a meaningful connection with the natural realm that will keep them fed through a long and fruitful existence. This is after all the handiwork of the Creator and the swirl of his thumb print is present in every detail.