A few weeks ago I had with me a bag of food from the farmers market that I had filled up from there on my way to work. Before leaving to go back home I shared some of the contents with a couple of my co-workers. A sample of delicious ground cherries, and a glance at those beautiful pumpkin-shaped bright white and purple eggplants which they had never seen before, both of which, of course, grow right here in the GTA. I also had never seen this type of eggplant until this past summer; they are an heirloom variety indigenous to Italy called Rosa Bianca. I've made stuffed eggplant from them, and the late-season bloomers were great for Baba Ghanoush.

I'm thinking of the Occupy movement, knowing it's getting on time for me to feed the chickens. I think of making a funny, political tweet to stand as a closure to my day:

"About to go Occupy the chicken coop."

But, thankfully I refrain and leave myself to contemplate an intersection between the Occupy movement and farming.

At first I feel a little guilty that I haven't joined in. I haven't gone to a rally nor re-posted any cool links to great Occupy videos. Heck, I haven't even watched most of them. And this makes me feel a little lousy because I get the movement and do believe in it. I certainly have a nostalgia for the person I was in the past who had always been on the frontlines of mass protest movements.