Saturday, June 7, 2008
I felt an interloper, allowed a quick glance at the chickens, a quick whiff of pony barn, the swish of tails and wary glances from scattering creatures as my rusty Toyota rumbled up the dirt-and-stone drive. Our CSA share began last week, and I'm so grateful we discovered this little trick of skipping the grocery stores and the long haul trucks: simply dirty your feet a bit and discover the wonders of a small farm.
I have to admit, I was smitten. Absolutely, utterly. If you had told me ten, twenty years ago that I would secretly wish, wish, wish we could live on a small farm with chickens and an herb garden sprawling just off our front porch, I would have laughed. Heartily. Ridiculous: I am a city girl. (Or rather, I was a girl who loved convenience.) This place we live in now, it's the smallest town I've ever lived in, and I threw tantrums about it. Sure, there is that charm that really threads into my heart, but I wanted dozens of great coffeeshops, not just two sandwiched together; I wanted a late night bookstore and a humming co-op.
But we have: the Mississippi River just blocks down the street, a vineyard welcoming picnics and golden retrievers, an independent bookstore, a charming theatre, a large arts organization.
This will do.
As you can see, this week's CSA theme is green, which happens to be a color with which I can never tire. Paint my world green, blue, shades of brown. I will be content.