The Weblog
The local foods movement is alive and well in Champaign County! Here are some updates on other projects while we finalize our virtual market:
Local Producers Map:
Our local producers map is ready for publication and you will soon be able to find it on gochampaign.com. Copies will be distributed around the community, in the local telephone book, and other “hangouts”. The guide lists the location and contact information for nearly 50 local producers within our county. The map was a project of the Local Food Council and printed with the help of some local sponsors including the Monument Square District, Champaign Bank, the Community Improvement Corporation, the Chamber of Commerce, the Farm Bureau and others. It is a great start to finding a local source for Champaign County’s finest!
Turn, Turn, Turn
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late…
(Written by Pete Seeger/Performed by The Byrds, as well as many other bands)
Well, here we are on a Monday, and I feel like I have been remiss in my market blogging, over the weekend.
When I last blogged, I was getting ready for the last outdoor event of the season, for Hippie and the Farmer, on Friday. What a turnout, what a lovely evening, and what a showing of local support, sisterhood/brotherhood, and such a heartwarming experience to have it all unfold. For any of you who were there, I thank you, kindly.
It was crazy busy with so many pizzas made, and served. I took Saturday for a bit of time to myself, mingled in between meetings, and looking at possible vendors.
Closing night, on Friday, was bittersweet, as it ushers in yet another season. Another season where growth begins to fade, but new plans of growth abound. Saturday was the yearly day to take in other markets, in other towns, but also had that fade beginning, as it is almost time for all markets to go into slumber for the upcoming season.
This song always plays in my mind, as we fade into the golden haze of October, and our own market begins it’s ease into the last of the autumn months, and into the winter.
But, we are here for you, year round, with an excitement about a new season for the market, out on the farm.
It’s been a heavy weekend, for me, in many ways, but I always take comfort in the last few lines of this song.
The market is open until tomorrow evening at 8pm. Don’t forget to get your orders in for the week. There is just so much good to celebrate on the market, and I don’t want you to miss any of it…
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late…
XOXO,
Cosmic Pam