I look out around me and I see Bugaboos (which by definition is: 1: an imaginary object of fear) but in this case I mean the +$700 stroller. Babies adorn their parents in the latest and greatest Baby Bjorn's with the active back support, frame backpack carriers with sun canopies, and the latest versions of age-old cloth slings. Children stroll by and stop to explore puddles wearing some of the hottest fashions on the under-five's runway.
No, I'm not at the opening of the new Prudential Isis Maternity Center. I'm not on Newbury Street doing some people watching. I'm at the Farm. It's not a cool new "green" store in the Atrium Mall. I really mean the farm...Lindentree farm in Lincoln.
As I go to the fields to pick our 3 quarts of strawberries and 2 quarts of snap peas these are the people, babies and gear planted in the field, picking their share. At first I'm a bit vexed especially seeing the Bugaboo stroller it's bright orange canvas planted in a field like some surreal post-modern painting. Then I remind myself that this is what the CSA represents. No matter our gear, clothing, or shopping habits we're all outsider's on our farm. We don't live the farm life or even pretend to. What we do do is support our local farms. Enjoy the privilege of smelling the aroma floating off the strawberry field as you approach the path. We work a tiny amount of time on the farm to do our part. This we share in common and that's what matters.
We go home to our kitchen's of all shapes and sizes and enjoy the fruits of the real farmer's labour at Lindentree. Thanks!
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