Birds chirp to each other on the breeze. The sun warms you from high overhead. It’s time to start garden planning. The smell of freshly turned earth reaches your nose. Trees are camoflouged with new green foliage. Robins pull innocent worms out of the ground for lunch. Daffodils are popping up alongside the shed. Soft, moist soil cushions your feet. Spring is here at last!
Well that’s a dumb question! Your doctor is your doctor, of course! What if doctor is teacher, though…?
What if I told you that the word “doctor” comes from the Latin word meaning “teacher?”
Now, how would you answer the question, “Who is your doctor?” Now that you know doctor is teacher…
I only recently learned of this meaning myself. So in my mind I journeyed back through all my doctor visits. On most occasions I left the doctor’s office with a feeling of helplessness and no answers to the simple questions I had. Once, when I was 16 and celibate, I was berated for my choice of no birth control. Another time I saw a doctor about horrendous PMS. I was offered the Pill. That’s it. No education on hormones, imbalances, or endometriosis.
Wait, there isn’t one! Raw milk (almost) never goes bad!
My eighth grade science fair project was to show how processed milk is dead and raw milk is living. Three months before the fair I bought a half gallon of processed milk from the store. I put it in the fridge along with a half gallon of fresh raw milk from our farm.
So you want to know how to start getting raw milk for your family but you don’t know where to begin. Maybe you are a city gal and have never stepped foot on a farm. Maybe you just moved to a new area. Maybe you just have questions you were never brave enough to ask.
With a few tips from having run a cow share program from my childhood farm, I hope to dash your dairy doubts by the end of this article!