The other day I filled up our car and cringed at the $4.69 per gallon price tag.
I stopped off at the grocery store next and cringed at the $5 a gallon milk, the $3.69 block of cheese, and the $4 box of cereal. I didn’t pay that much for any of those things, of course, but I cringed just the same.
Seems that all of a sudden prices on just about everything have exploded.
A few months ago I planted a garden with the girls. We planted tomatoes and strawberries and squash and peppers and some herbs. I told my husband if he wanted to move me to a farm I’d milk a cow to save on the cost of milk.
Other friends of mine have recently put in gardens, and many are doing some other things that seem a bit old fashion, like canning, wearing hand me downs, trading clothes, taking trips to the park instead of to Disney and basically scaling back on activities in every other way possible.
Are times changing with the rising cost of food, clothing, shelter and gas? It seems that could be so.
We spent a lot of time in the nineties trying to keep up with the Joneses, it seems. Families I know spent as much as they could on the biggest, roomiest gas guzzler to get family from Point A to Point B. Now these same families are selling the gas guzzlers and considering hybrids or smaller vehicles.
Less than a decade ago we spent a lot of time traveling to different places, renting hotel rooms and eating out. Nowadays I hear people talking about camping in tents or taking just day trips around town. Lunch at a fast food restaurant with the kids has become a picnic in the park. For this health nut mom, it is a happy day indeed!
For a while it seemed all of the kids I saw were wearing designer everything, and the designer duds were all brand new. Now people are swapping clothes to cut down on the cost.
Five years ago I didn’t know anyone with a garden: Now I know quite a few just on my block, and most of these families have young children who are participating in the planting and tending and picking and eating.
It seems these rising costs, while bad for our pocketbook, may be really great for family life and community living.
Perhaps we are now understanding that we don’t have to go so far, or so far out, for the things that we really need to survive. We can grow some of our food, or purchase it from local vendors. We can trade clothes without fear of getting caught by the fashion police. We can take day trips instead of overnighters, or we can pack the entire family in a tent instead of a four star resort hotel.
I like it, I have to say. I could have been one of those women living on the land years ago, I understand that, and I also know that this type of life is not for everyone.