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One of the things I love most about driving along my road is this little local produce roadside stall. Colly, the man who sets this stall up every day of the week during Summer {and a lot of Spring and Autumn too) is one of those hard core, old school, hard working country men. He’s in his 70’s and does not miss a day of work. Rain, hail or 40 degree heat, Colly is out there in his paddocks tending to his veggies.

Some years, Colly loses the lot to floods. It doesn’t seem to stop him. Once the flood waters have gone down, off he goes again to start the cultivating process rolling once more. He’s always doing something in those paddocks. Ploughing, sowing, weeding, picking, watering, something is always going on and it’s usually just him, alone in his paddock, amongst his beans and pumpkins, flies and the heat.

His veggies are pesticide free which is a double bonus but I don’t even think he’s the kind of man who has even thought much about that sort of thing. He just doesn’t use sprays. He doesn’t advertise that. He doesn’t talk about it unless, of course, you ask him directly. I like that about him. He grows his veggies because that’s what makes him get up in the morning. He loves growing stuff. There’s no pretense, no organic-permaculture-green enviro jargon talk from Colly. I’d say he doesn’t buy into the trendiness of organic food. There’s something about his attitude that I’m just so drawn to. A simple farming man who knows how to grow the tastiest beans you can buy.

And meanwhile, back at the ranch, the beans in my veggie garden are still not ready to eat. I wonder why I bother with Colly just up the road. Probably next year I’ll skip growing beans. I can get them at my local produce roadside stall.

Kim x