ALIENS INVADE THE FARM #FFF

TGIF...FOOD FIGHT.

As most of you #steemians know by now, farm-mom lives on a farm. LOL. It's really a #homestead, we grow our own #food,
pick wild berries, make our own maple syrup, manage our forest and plant trees galore. We mill our own lumber, take down the dead trees for HEAT, firewood. We fish in our bass stocked pond and grow so many flowers, there's too many to count. The herbs we grow not only provide some KA-POW ! in recipes, but the #health benefits are countless.

#naturalmedicine

For example: Oregano.
Leaf infusion internally helps indigestion, coughs, painful menstruation and headaches.

External use, in baths for sore muscles and joint pain.

Flower infusion for seasickness.

CAUTION: Do NOT use medicinally during pregnancy.

Happy Friday to all. Anyone else heating up the kitchen and making a mess? I am full #steem ahead.

Happy Harvest!

Oregano, beets and carrots...FOOD. Now I am not going to present you folks with one of my fabulous recipes today because a very scary situation arose today while in the #garden. These odd looking things were spotted hiding in the oregano. I was perplexed and a little scared. They had the oddest shapes, deformed really, so I went looking for @thebigsweed, I needed back up.

With shaking hands, these odd balls were gently removed and placed on the counter, put on hold, until a decision
could be made about their fate.

Now, as all gardeners know, growing your own food can be challenging. It certainly takes hard work, lots of time,
research, pest control, irrigation, TLC and "The luck of the Irish", a green thumb.

Question was, should we consume them or sentence them to die?
Lights out, bedtime, we will see what the morning will bring.

Over night, these aliens proved to be smarter than they looked. They were showing their true colors by day break.

They dashed for cover in the oregano, they must be guerilla fighters.😮

Being against war at all cost, negotiating was the only option. We would have a sit down with these aliens to work out a solution. The leader of the tribe was Cata Tater. Now, he was a soft spoken alien who knew my language.

His wife Heartee and their adopted daughter Carrotlee, who's parents had died of pollution, came along.

As it turned out, they were fleeing their home that was chemical laden. There was no clean water, all nutrients in the soil had long ago been depleted, surely they would die if they remained in that wasteland. The contaminated earth had already caused
birth defects and deformities. Sad story.

After a long discussion, the decision was made. These aliens could stay on the farm for 1 year. We would shelter them, feed them and show them the respect they deserved. They would not be eaten or deported. Once the year was up, they agreed to be planted in our garden. It was up to them to use their eyes to grow or just feed mother earth.