I think thoughts that are thoughty

Kids have a talent for making you think. Which is funny because their constant chatter often prevents me from having a complete thought (or conversation). But after bed time (when I am usually too tired for conversing), I think thoughts. Often, my thoughts come in Suess-speak rhyme, but they are thoughts no less. On those rare occasions when we have the quiet and energy to talk, the hubs and I have even compared notes on our thoughts. Turns out those kids (and a little church) is making both of us think about big picture concepts like Living our Values, which is a fancy way of saying that we don’t want our kids to think we are total hyprocrites. At least not yet. That will come by age 13 no matter what we do. 

Anyway, all this thinking/conversing led us to sign up a few months ago with a local veggie co-op. I’d been interested in joining one for years but never made the committment. This spring we jumped in and bought an annual share in a local organic farm. It’s a little risky because everyone pays upfront and enjoys the bounty or absorbs the failure. But so far, so good. The growing season finally began a couple of weeks ago, and we’ve been getting a huge cooler of fresh, organic produce each Saturday. We share with friends who live close to us, so we trade off weekly trips to the pick-up site. Planning meals around the veggies and adjusting to eating what’s in season has been a bit of a challenge, but mostly fun so far.

The kids are excited about it.

And I’m excited about it! It feels good to tell the kids that we get our vegetables from a farmer. A farmer they can meet! No pesticides. No semi truck hauling our food from a warehouse in California. Supporting a local business and eating healthy food — thanks to those kids for making us think.