Finding Larkspur: A Return to Village Life
By Dan Needles
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Bestselling chronicler of village life Dan Needles (author of the Wingfield Farm stage plays) leads an insightful and laugh-out-loud tour through the quirks and customs of today’s Canadian small town
Modern literature has not been kind to village life. For almost two centuries, small towns have been portrayed as backward, insular places needing to be escaped. But anthropologists tell us that the human species has spent more than 100,00 years living in villages of 100 to 150 people. This is where the oldest part of our brain, the limbic system, grew and adapted to become a very sophisticated instrument for reading other people’s emotions and figuring out how we might cooperate to find food, shelter and protection. By comparison, the frontal cortex, which helps us do our taxes, drive a car and download cat videos, is a very recent aftermarket addition, like a sunroof. And it is the village where almost half the world’s population still chooses to live.
A Guide to Country Living takes a walk through the Canadian village of the twenty-first century, observing customs and traditions that endure despite the best efforts of Twitter, Facebook and Amazon. The author looks at the buildings and organizations left over from the old rural community, why they were built in the first place and how they have adapted to the modern day. The post office, the general store, the church, the school and the service club all remain standing, but they operate quite differently than they did for our ancestors. Drawing from his experience working in rural communities across Canada and in other countries, Dan reveals how a national conversation may be driven by urban voices but the national character is often very much a product of its small towns and back roads.
Dan Needles
Dan Needles won the 2003 Stephen Leacock Medal for Humour for With Axe & Flask and his Wingfield Farm stage plays have appeared in theatres across Canada and the United States. His popular magazine columns have been published in Harrowsmith-Country Life, Country Guide, Small Farm Canada, In the Hills, On the Bay, Watershed and other publications. Needles was appointed a Member of the Order of Canada in 2014 for a body of work that celebrates the people of rural Canada. He lives with his wife at Larkspur Farm near Collingwood, ON.
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Finding Larkspur - Dan Needles
Finding Larkspur
Dan Needles
Illustration of a collection of scenes brought together. In the center is a man with glasses with a typewriter on his lap, and pages fluttering away. Around him are a man in a suit holding a sign that says Vote; a woman leaning over a cart loaded with fruit, and holding one in her hand; a man and a woman sitting on the back of a pickup truck, looking toward a cow to the right; a woman holding a sunflower above her head; a person playing the trumpet; and a donkey. Below them is a sign with text: Finding Larkspur: A Return to Village Life. Below the sign is a golden retreiver sitting with six sheep behind it.Douglas & McIntyreCopyright © 2023 Dan Needles
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Title: Finding Larkspur : a return to village life / Dan Needles.
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Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20230486754 | Canadiana (ebook) 20230486843 | ISBN 9781771623704 (softcover) | ISBN 9781771623711 (EPUB)
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Illustration of a sitting golden retreiver.To Dexter
Best doggone dog
in the East
Contents
A Return to Village Life: An Introduction
A Sense of Place, a Sense of Purpose
Not the Best Place to Write a Novel
Foxes and Hedgehogs
Life in the Fishbowl
Naming the Farm
Deciding Your Way to a New Living
Functional Stupidity and Farm Safety
On Exercise
Getting through the Great Canadian Dark
You Probably Don’t Need a Big House
Where Good Ideas Come From
On the Rural School
In Praise of the Farm Dog
On Animal Rights, Sustainable Farming and Other Delicate Subjects
The Gleaner
The End of the World is Nighish
The Soybean Outlook Conference
The Political Life of Flyover Canada
When the Spirit Moves Me
Changing Your Life by Changing Your Mind
Death of Local Paper Greatly Exaggerated
If You’re Coming Sunday, Bring a Hot Dish
Navigating the Township Roads
Champlain Slept Here
Food Is the Bridge
Acknowledgements
A Return to Village Life: An Introduction
Modern literature has not been kind to village life. For nearly two centuries small towns have been portrayed as insular places that need to be escaped. But anthropologists tell us that the human species has spent more than a hundred thousand years living in villages with fewer than two hundred people. These villages are where the oldest part of our brain, the limbic system, grew and adapted to become a sophisticated instrument for reading the emotions of other humans and figuring out how we might cooperate to find food, shelter and protection. By comparison, the frontal cortex, which helps us do our taxes, drive a car and download cat videos, is a very recent aftermarket addition, like a sunroof.
The village is where consciousness, the knowledge that we will die, is thought to have originated. And the village is where almost half the world’s population still chooses to live.
My little farm community in southern Ontario abruptly stopped growing in the 1880s, after the farmers had chopped down all the trees and exhausted the soil with slash-and-burn agriculture. Subsequently, our major export was our children, who took the first available transport south to find work in the city or headed west to find new lives on the prairies. The number of residents of old Nottawasaga Township remained constant for well over a century.
Suddenly, things changed. In the past few years people have been quietly fleeing the city in droves. In 2021 growth in small-town Canada outpaced the growth of cities for the first time on record. This was partly due to stalled immigration during the pandemic, but it was also driven by people who discovered that working from home was something they could do anywhere.
My farm neighbourhood’s population has increased by 40 percent, driving real estate values up and giving us our first taste of rush hour and occasional cases of road rage. Real estate booms and busts have come and gone here several times over the last fifty years, but they were fever dreams fuelled by waves of recreational buyers, weekenders and retired people and always came to a crashing halt with any hiccup in the economy. This current wave is proving to be very durable and the first to bring us young couples with children.
What to make of this sudden influx of city people? The clash of cultures is dramatic. The main street has been completely boutiqued and bistroed. In the old family diner the linoleum, Arborite and Pyrex have been replaced with chrome, steel and glass. An enormous Italian espresso machine has displaced the ancient grill. Wait times for hospital surgeries rival those for road construction projects. An army of officials enforces dog licences, burn permits, cycling and recycling habits and septic tank repairs. We have a dog park and an arboretum.
Older residents mutter darkly that the world they knew is turning into the cookie-cutter world of the city. But there are strong forces at work preventing that from happening. The small town is still very much a glass house. Eyes are everywhere. People who grew up enjoying the anonymity of the city find they must learn to account for their behaviour when they see the same people every day in the grocery aisle. Like many famous characters in Thomas Hardy’s novels of rural Victorian England, they begin to feel pressure to lead a blameless life.
In these pages we’ll take a walk through the Canadian village of the twenty-first century, observing customs and traditions that endure despite the best efforts of Twitter, Facebook and Amazon. We’ll look at the buildings and organizations left from the old rural community, why they were built in the first place and how they have adapted to the modern day. The post office, the general store, the church, the school and the service club all remain standing, but they operate quite differently than they did for our ancestors. The farm calendar of planting and harvest may have faded from memory, but our speech is still peppered with references to crops and the weather.
Rural people are historically practical, tolerant, resourceful—and some find us dryly amusing—but we are also a fractious and disputatious people, slow to bless and quick to judge. We are divided by more than what unites us. We are townies or we are rural, we are professional or we are blue collar, we are seasonal or we are permanent. We tend to resist supervision, we suffer from low risk perception and we’re very superstitious. The only thing we agree on is the big city. In this tour down the Seventh Line, we will look at what has changed, what is new and what is as eternal as the limestone cliffs that loom over the valley. In Canada, as seemingly everywhere in the world, the national conversation may be driven by urban voices, but the national character is often very much a product of small towns and back roads.
Illustration of a man wearing a hat, glasses, jacket and boots, carrying a large walking stick and walking with a border collie among young trees with ribbed tubes around the bases of their trunks.A Sense of Place, a Sense of Purpose
The land I live on used to be a farm. It’s been in and out of crop production several times over the last four centuries. A group of Wendat farmers first migrated north from the shores of Lake Ontario in the late 1500s and started growing corn, beans, squash and a few small plots of tobacco. By 1649 they were growing enough to support a town of 5,000 people. That was when the Haudenosaunee attacked, and the population scattered. The land returned to bush for two centuries. Farming eventually started up again in the 1830s when the first Jardine family moved down from their 5 acres on the hill in Duntroon to start clearing the trees off their 400-acre allotment along the sideroad that eventually carried their name. Within two generations the trees were all gone and the land exhausted. The township emptied out once again as most of the Jardines gave up farming and moved to the city or tried their luck in the Canadian West. The township dug in for a depression that lasted half a century. The postwar Green Revolution eventually brought these farms back to life, but only for cash croppers to grow corn, beans and wheat. The cattle herds and sheep flocks had long since disappeared, and the wire fences mouldered down into the hedgerows. I arrived in 1978 to find the old Jardine farmhouse dilapidated and abandoned and the 30-acre field planted in corn. The only other signs of life were the small plots of cannabis growing in the bush at the back of the farm. So not that much had changed in four hundred years.
The notion that farming is a full-time occupation would have mystified both the Wendats and the early Scottish settlers. Neither spent more than a few months growing and harvesting crops, and the work was spread out over the year. There was lots else to do, including hunting and fishing, picking fights with the neighbours and figuring out what to do for five months while the land lay under a thick blanket of snow.
I tried growing winter wheat on the field that first season, hiring a neighbour to work the field and harvest the crop in August. When I totted up the results there was no profit, and not even enough revenue to qualify for the property tax reduction. I decided to let the neighbour rent the field and leave farming to the professionals. The field has been rented for forty-three years now, and my own farming efforts have been restricted to the front 6 acres of pasture, garden and barns.
In the meantime the neighbourhood itself has changed from a place where things used to be grown and made into a place where people mostly come to relax, many of them permanently. All of the properties on the hill above us are now inhabited by urban folk who flee the smog every Friday night and curl up in front of their gas fireplaces to watch the sunset. The farmers and Collingwood shipyard workers have almost all retired to condos and nursing homes in town. Those few who still live on the sideroad have found new ways to make a living. The landscape is dotted with craft breweries, cideries, spas, yoga studios, rock climbing gyms—all offering diversion and comfort away from the sodium glare of the city. The neighbourhood is very busily becoming something completely different, but in some ways it remains oddly the same. It doesn’t yet think like the city.
Our community is a complex mix of urban and rural, full-time and weekender, professional and working class, sensible people and idiots. We remain a fractious and disputatious tribe. The only thing we agree on is Toronto. It has been a fascinating place to observe and write about, as I have been doing for the past fifty years. I have never had to look more than 5 miles in any direction for inspiration.
I’ve often thought we should put up our own statue of liberty on the highway into town that says: Give me your teeming huddled masses yearning to breathe free, de-stress, detoxify and declutter.
Our children bring their friends here to rest, to explore different ways of being and, most of all, to eat me out of house and home. I wish I had their talent for living in the moment, but I am too busy cooking and cleaning to find that moment.
We still grow lots of food here at the farm. Besides the small flock of sheep I have maintained for three decades, I also pasture a couple of steers every summer, and they are joined by free-range pigs in the barnyard and fifty meat chickens in movable huts in the orchard. My potatoes are chemical free, and my eggs are omega-3. But increasingly there are no takers for any of it. Every second person who shows up at the dinner table claims an allergy to whatever we serve. They are going through a cleanse
of some kind, whether it’s from sugar or gluten or oxidants. Spiritual cleansing is great, and I’d be happy to write out a list of negative things in my life and burn it ceremonially while someone bangs away on a Hang drum. But these juice cleanses give me a sugar high and attract a lot of fruit flies. I checked with my doctor about them, and he advised me that I already come equipped with two of the most efficient cleansers on the planet: my liver and my kidneys. No one has come up with a more efficient system than that. He did say I should get out and walk more.
We are what we eat, Dad,
says my eldest son. He is turning into a kale plant. I always thought kale was more of a roofing material than a food. I gave the lad his own raised bed in the garden and encouraged him to have at it, and it turns out the soil in my garden is just perfect for kale. Soon he had a 3-foot-high hedge of it, and we were eating kale salads, roasted kale, barbecued kale, kale sandwiches and kale ice cream. I assumed it would eventually bolt like a lettuce and go