The Illusion of Self-Sufficiency

I will, on occasion, see folks pitching up suburban survival gardens.  We suburbanites are anxious creatures, dimly aware of how vulnerable we are if everything were to suddenly go south.  In response to this anxiety, I'll occasionally see some bright-eyed influencer who's packed their quarter-acre full of raised beds.  I'm hashtag self-sufficient, they'll hashtag say!  Hashtag blessed!

I'm under no such illusions, and am quite aware of how far I am from being able to provide for my needs from my property.  Self sufficient I ain't.

Well, I am in a few things.  My garden plots yield 100% of the garlic that I require on an annual basis.  29 heads of garlic came out of the ground this last May, and I expect they'll carry me comfortably through to May of 2025.

I also produce 100% of the basil we use for cooking, as I've got a four by four bed dedicated that sweet, delightful herb.  It fills the area near the carport with a delightful fragrance during summer and fall, and produces enough basil that this year I finally got around to drying and saving it.  Sixteen cups of basil dried down to fill a medium-sized spice jar, which is more than enough to overwinter.

I'm angling towards providing all of my own rosemary, having put in two plants this year.  I've got mint out the wazoo, because mint being mint, the issue isn't cultivating it, but keeping it from taking over the entire garden.

So I'm getting close to being herb-self-sufficient.  

But that's pretty much it.  My suburban quarter acre simply can't provide enough to sustain a one hundred and seventy five pound omnivore, let alone two of us.  

I mean, I could pretend it did, if I turned and cultivated every inch of arable soil in my light-filled front yard.  With fencing and several greenhouse enclosures, I could stave off the chipmunks and squirrels and deer that take a substantial portion of my yield.  That would increase production by a factor of ten.  

Which sound great, but as I only produce about 1% of my total caloric intake from my own garden plots, that'd still leave 80% remaining.

I could, I suppose, cut down every single tree in my back yard, converting that area into an urban farm.   But...where would I get the leaves for my compost pile?   Driving to Home Depot to pick up plastic bags full of soil kinda stretches the meaning of "self-sufficiency."  And where would the water come from?  I don't have a well, nor could a well be relied upon in a long dry season, particularly if my densely packed neighbors ever drank or washed or flushed their toilets.  

Rural folk may think they have it better, but the reality is a little different.  Yeah, you've got more land.  But how do you till that soil?  How do you plant and grow?  Americans agriculture is now completely machine-reliant, and those machines themselves rely on a vast and convoluted industrial network to provide the fuel that runs them.  How often do you need to refuel a combine?  How often do you refuel your truck?  That's the extent of your self-reliance right there.  Without those refineries and tanker trucks, that John Deere is just a lump of expensive metal.

The reality, for most American human beings, is that we're not even close to being able to meet our own physical needs if something...or someone...sabotaged the systems that sustain our existences.

Always a fun thought.