My husband won’t even acknowledge this; he thinks I am lying. I went to something yesterday with my neighbor and the boys and it was too “crunchy” for me. Like I said before, everyone has their limit on what they feel comfortable enough to do and mine was definitely met yesterday. I do have to admit that I am really disappointed. REALLY. SAD. What could be such a place, you ask?

Our local organic co-op farm would be the place. I have called them several times to get sign up dates and prices. I practiced discussions I would have with my hubby on how I could convince him to shell out the enormous amount of money it took to sign up. I scoured their internet site and relished with excitement all the fruits, veggies and organic items they had. I had visions of rows of interesting veggies to pick spotted with people in their goulashes and sunhats picking ripe tomoatoes. I dreamed of myself weilding a hoe and freeing some nice rich brown earth. No such thing, my folks. Quite on the contrary.

As we walked up the small path that lead into the woods, we crossed over a small bridge. My boys pointed out a few fish that scurried by while I looked the the thin creek littered with plastic buckets and soda bottles. Nice. On the other side we entered into what appeared to be a small fabled gypsy camp. On the left was about 4 rows of greens and to the right several tables displaying herbal concoctions and enlightenment brochures. I looked at my neighbor, but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I looked around for what was the be the sunday market waring organic goods and came upon a small tent with scarce a veggie to be seen. Several dogs made their way up to the boys sending them scurrying to the rickety fence. A few small shoeless dirt encrusted children stared at my boys but wouldn’t even return a “hi.” A middle aged full bellied man strumed his guitar and sang about how “we love the mother earth and she and God loves us.” I couldn’t keep my giggles down. ( I habitually do this when I am nerveous.) I grabbed and paid for a few veggies - 10.69 for a pound of shitake mucshrooms, $5.49 for a pound of zuchinini, $6 for a jar of honey and rounded up the boys and tried to get my neighbors attention. She looked at me and I pleaded to get out of there. We left and laughed the whole way to the car. I feel bad dragging her there.

As most of you know, I am all for saving the earth, appreciating the earth and eating organic. I just don’t think I am ready to wear dreadlocks (7/10 had them there) and sarongs( 6/10). I respect these people and definitely think to each their own. Good for them. I just felt so uncomfortable like everyone was starring- Like who is this person wearing shoes (leather birks at that) and khaki pants.

I can just imagine if I had convinced my hubby to come with me to this “market” Oh. He would of NEVER let me live it down. When I told him about it after we returned home, he refused to belive me that there was people more crunchy than me. Now I can see how some people feel with me. My hubby included, he thinks I am too “hippy” (”I can’t believe I married a hippy!”), my friends who look at me like I have 3 heads when I tell them the different measures I have incorporated in my life to be more green. To each his own, I guess. My “own” will not be the local co-op farm, though.

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.”  - Audre Lorde

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