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  • A handmade produce sign invites me to turn off busy Hwy N and onto a long gravel drive; the gravel drive is a remnant of what was in the not-so-distance-past farmland. The crunch of gravel relaxes me as I slow my car. The stand is un-manned and I go about snipping fresh flat leaf parsley, basil, sage and chives, where they grow in large half-barrel tubs, filling the supplied quart-sized plastic bags 1/2 way for $1.00 each. I select corn, red onions, zucchini, tomato's and potato's, weigh, calculate the total, and make my own change. A handwritten note above the cash box reads, "As always, self-serve, Joe trusted everyone. :)"

    Thanks for the trust Joe.
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