But is it local?
Deadlines are wonderful for getting things done. Received an email mentioning our community group meeting in two days time; wait, I still have to prepare the minutes from the last two meetings! A push, subtle in tone but efficient in getting my creative juices flowing. Fast forward to the end of the afternoon, and I’m all caught up (until later this week).
We continue to redistribute the local seed thief population. Only a matter of time before someone in the area either notices the upsweep in activity in their yard, or questions get raised about where I’m headed, as I make my little circuit along the highway and byway.
What would you do, if you uncovered a subterfuge in the local farmers’ market? One that involves fake farmers? In Ontario, the answer came swiftly. Throw the whistle blowers out, because business is more than dirt on your hands. So what if those veggies come from a far away field? The premise that “locally grown produce” has anything to do with local growing is not important, in the context of global economy. Still, I wonder what would happen…
To be fair, I don’t have a local market. All of the produce I purchase comes in through retail channels, and unless I learn to decode the secret symbols, I will have to continue along blindly, believing that there’s a huge garden in behind my supermarket. Like in that commercial.
At least I’m not tricked by the butcher section. I’ve seen cows around. OK, perhaps not behind the market, but there has to be correlation for anything that large.
