Once upon a time
There were two old women worried about the world.
They worried and worried, about the fish in the sea, the melting of the ice caps, the heat of the desserts, and the speed of the cars. They worried about oil and starving children in Africa, they worried about floods and people who wanted more than their share.
The two women wondered and worried, wondered and worried, they drank gallons of coffee and came up with a plan.
Why don’t we use food to make a kinder world said one? Why don’t we stop wondering and worrying, looking for money and blaming others.
Yes said the other lets make a plan and tire our self’s out by doing and trying so we can stop worrying.
They plotted and planned and drew pictures of the new world they wanted to live in.
A world where food was at the heart of everything, a world where children knew about fish and animals, farming, and nature, a world where sharing was cool, , a world where kindness was king.
They dreamt of new buildings and new methods, a doctors surgery where you could pick apples on the way in and on the way out pick strawberry’s and rhubarb, maybe visit the herb garden at the back and use 100 magic plants to heal yourself .
They saw streets and car parks planted with vegetables where old and young could help their selves, herbs in tubs on railway stations, broccoli at bus stops.
In-between the vegetable scenes they noticed that people were talking , talking and sharing , sharing the old lost arts of baking and pickling, slaughtering kindly , rearing , growing, , cooking and milking.
The butcher the baker and the new cheese maker all had a role in the plan, the schools and the old folks home were the centre of the dream scheme.
The two women slowed down on the coffee and speeded up on other things , there dreaming needed the magic of the worldwide wondrous web, using all their combined years of worrying they set about telling the story to others. they worked hard planting orchards , cooking in the streets, swopping seeds , sharing foods and dreaming even bigger dreams .
The women joined forces with the good citizens of their town who wanted to contribute to a better world, they found marvellous growers, mighty thinkers, mysterious money, merry cooks and magic makers, and together they feasted and plotted for good things to grow at the heart of the town.
As the season turned the women began to notice the difference in their town, all the schools were growing food, the big school had a plan to grow fish and vegetables to feed all the children, this mighty plan was to cost huge monies, the money didn’t come it easy but it came.
The old peoples home had a walled garden filled with fruit and vegetables enough and more for everyone.
The police station removed the wanted posters, and posed for visitors next to the 4ft corn , all in the town are innocent when it come s to sharing food.
The two women were particularly pleased to see policemen watering veg, they felt good and they felt proud.
The train track people gave over their land to grow vegetables and fruit for passers bye.
Chickens were brought into schools and stated to live in playgrounds, maps of wondrous eggs appeared, because the two women believe every egg matters.
500 trees will bear fruit for the future and another 500 soon to go in, now the people are learning to make their own trees, grafting ideas and rootstocks for the next generations
people came from miles around to wonder at a town where sharing is key to survival.
People with out jobs and people who are poorly all found a space to join in, they had a taste of the future and dug deep to secure the dream.
Churches planted trees and vegetables, without being reminded of the contents of their special book.
The little town did not forget the bee, homes were built for them and loving carers popped up from nowhere to bee incredible.
At the heart of the little town is the ancient market, saddened by modern life , worn tired with the economics of doom, the women knew to survive the cruel times ahead the market must be made strong, they set about a cunning plan to make strong the towns beating heart. They used the medicine of kindness the salve of co-operation and the tonic of pride.
Like all stories we want a happy ending
There is not an ending to this story or the turning of the world, just a reminder to make worries into dreams and then make them happen.