The glacier came through, pushed up a bunch of earth, then about ten thousand years ago, melted. That brings us up to today. On one of the highest ridges of that glacier’s terminal moraine sits Morningside Farm. George The Farmer took a bunch of heavily-wooded land, cleared it, prepared the soil, planted, then harvested.(I’ve condensed that process in much the same way I made that glacier go away so quickly. It was and is back-breaking, day-burning work.) But just look what has come from those efforts: a beautiful farm, neat and tidy, pushing out some of the most delicious fare around. Morningside shows up with their veggies at many farmer’s markets, but they welcome you to stop over and buy direct, too.(Some of his«overstock specials» are impossible to avoid. Bring a large vehicle, and matching appetite.) Last night we had the deepest green kale I’ve ever had the pleasure of crunching, loaded with iron and with a teeny, tiny carbon footprint, having traveled about a mile or so from George’s farm to Kevin’s table. Take a look at the amazing photos on their website. It truly is that spectacular. «If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.» Walter Scott