Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn?

It's certainly not that I've enjoyed overpaying for pesticide infused produce at the mega-sized box store twelve miles down the road, its just I've been a little too frazzled lately ( and by "lately," I mean the last nine years or so) to think seriously about an alternative solution. This month, however, a particularly nasty grocery bill, my "values sharing but more ambitious than me" sister-in-law (Hi Paige!), and heart breaking news of flooded farm lands in Iowa, all inspired me to think more seriously about where, exactly, I am spending our hard earned money. Paige found through the internet a sweet and industrious local family growing vegetables, fruit, and flowers with their own sweat, love, and labor and it was a privilege to meet them, receive a tour of their property, have my kids help pick their own yellow snap peas, and then hand over our check to an individual instead of a corporation. Next stop? Organic meat, if we can find some, from an Indiana farmer. H-m-m, all this purposeful decision making could become addicting.