But Abbey...Why??

Every time I take a bite of a crisp, juicy apple or stick my toes in the mud, I think of Grandpa. I think he's why I started the CSA program to begin with. Anytime someone says "farmer," images are conjured up of watching my grandpa milk the cows or toss hay bales down from the loft. Fresh, local produce reminds me of the days I spent sitting out in the garden eating snap peas and raspberries until I ruined my dinner. Grandpa survived off the land for years. Can I do it, too? Back then, there was no such thing as "organic", there didn't need to be. Food was made from the land, and you didn't get to eat tomatoes in December. I taste those days when I open my harvest share basket. So this journey is dedicated fully to Calvin Janes and he's the reason I'm taking it. Maybe I'll taste my grandmother's cooking when I fry up a farm fresh egg or drink unpasteurized milk. Maybe my kids can look back at me like I do my grandfather.... "Ahh, Bea...those were the days. Remember when mom went crazy and made us eat like hippies?"