For a few summers I’ve driven by local food stands like Belmore Farms in Greenfield wanting to turn in and pick up some fresh vegetables.

Every time that I drive by I think back to when I was a kid visiting a dairy farm that belonged to a friend of our family who lived in southern Quebec. I remember trading a quarter for an empty 25 pound sized potato sack and heading off to fill the bag that was bigger than I was with as many ears of corn that I could drag back to the barn.