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The Peterborough Downtown Farmers' Market is back!

Tomorrow is May 1st.  Labour Day, where I am from.  I have memories of having no school that day so we could participate in political marches and/or festive outings.  One lesser known tradition, the one I remember most fondly, was the practice of offering a sprig of lily-of-the-valley to friends and loved ones, as a good luck omen for the year.  Something in season, something local that expresses our best wishes for hope and happiness.

The Local Food Act

On Tuesday, the Ontario government re-tabled a bill that had been lost to the proroguing of the legislation in 2012.  The Local Food Act, also known as Bill 130, is now being reintroduced in the Ontario Legislature.  

The Act starts with the following preamble:

The (not so) Secret Garden...

 Early on weekend mornings, before the sun rises, I take Maddi for long walks.  One of our favourite hikes takes us to a large community garden, near the Lift Lock.  Surrounded on three sides by bushes and trees, the garden has all the appearance of a secret one.  Usually, by the time we get there, the light starts to peak out in the sky.  Yesterday morning, as we walked by the garden, the trees were glistening with snow and frost.  There was no one around, the air was crisp with cold and the snow was crunchy under my feet.

ReFrame's food offerings

In the past nine years, I've come to greatly anticipate the last weekend in January. It's the weekend of the ReFrame Film Festival and I know I'm going to be challenged, moved, questioned, propelled to act about something that had escaped my awareness previously. I feel very grateful to the amazing team of staff and volunteers who pull this event together. Without their commitment and hard work, I would never be able to enjoy the incredible diversity of socially engaged documentaries that the festival brings to our community.

The end?

It all started rather innocuously.  Pawlick wanted to make a very simple salad.  He bought four attractive-looking tomatoes at the supermarket and discovered, once home, that they were too hard to slice.  So he decided to place them on the counter, to let them ripen.  They didn't.  After several days, out of curiosity, he picked one tomato up, took it outside and threw it against a fence, to see how it would fare.  "It bounced off, undamaged, like a not-very-springy, red tennis ball."  (p.2)  Why was it so?  Pawlick was hooked on finding out how the answer.


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