my kind of currency
we watched the farm school dog over thanksgiving break. it was a pleasure, to be sure. as thanks for doing so, as I dropped Claire off at farm school today I was handed a lovely red and green cloth bag filled with homemade apple-pie jam, black and blue (berry) jam, yellow squash relish, and a pack of (from the farm) pork chops (I was also gifted many big sloppy kisses from the pup himself). this is my kind of economy, for sure. I'd love to barter on a more regular basis and would happily go about using the likes of pet-sitting and salsa, errand-running and elderberry syrup, bread and honey and jam as my currency. I suppose in a way we are doing this already with some folks, here and there. but no doubt there'd be magic in extending it even more.