My local farmer

He is just down the road from my summer house. Or not really, it takes 25 minutes on my bicycle to bike there.

I can buy locally grown veggies and eggs from his farm. Everything is just laying there, out on some tables. So I pick out everything I need,  and then I just put the money in a box for him.

The other day I bought my vegetables in the supermarket, and they don’t smell or taste anything like my farmers veggies.

I’m gonna miss this a lot when I get back to the city.

 

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