Saturday was a lovely day for the first Eat Local Caledon Spring Festival. Held on the large lawn beside the Inglewood General Store, it consisted of a few tables of people who are passionate about locally grown, seasonal food. A musically gifted minister played a variety of stringed instruments and sang cheerful songs in a shady spot not far from the store’s barbecue where hot dogs were for sale. Leashed dogs and puppies met each other and drew attention to their owners.
Fresh bread, maple syrup, garlic, rhubarb and asparagus soup was on offer, as well as potted herbs and heritage tomato seedlings.
After I bought the most wonderful Crabtree & Evelyn gardener’s hand scrub from the store’s gift room, Mike & I took a seat at a patio table that the store makes available outside the back door. Then magically, a train hooted and its engine and two cars slowly moved past us within 50 metres. I waved at the engineer, he waved back. I continued waving as the passenger cars rolled by; some of the passengers waved back. Who was having the most fun? Did they envy us our little festival on the lawn? No matter. Everyone was having a good time.
Local food, sensible transport — both are signs of a good civilization.