Who's Your Farmer?

Greetings from o-H-I-o.  Thought I would over pronounce the word "hi" since that is all the kid says these days.  We can not go anywhere without her trying to strike up a conversation with someone.  Anyway, I ask you..."Who's Your Farmer?".  Do you even know?  The the past few weeks we have been getting an enormous amount of fruits and veggies at our house because my mom (thanks to her pal Gayle) joined this new fangled thing called a "CSA" or Community Supported Agriculture.  The CSA joins the farmer with the customer to create a season of yummy food.  It is good for the consumer, good for the farmer and even better for the environment.  Do you know what a carrot that doesn't have to travel 100s of miles tastes like...well....let me tell you...pure heaven!  Get to know your farmer...you can find ours at www.sharedlegacyfarms.com .

Dear Squeaky Ball

You see, my squeaky ball is my pride and joy. When I can get my teeth around it (my parents put it away sometimes because it can get very annoying)  I squeak it all throughout the house. But...lately....I have found myself sharing my ball with baby Cambria. I do share but I am not exactly happy about it. When I get jealous, I try to steal her purple bumpy ball or red kick ball. However, I just can't open my mouth wide enough to get them in my teeth. My dear squeaky ball, please come back to me.