"the old and local must survive"

Well I hope you readers are interested in gardening, because I can sense an overkill of gardening posts coming soon. I can't help it! It's spring and that's what is on my to-do-list and in my thoughts. Mom and I took a trip to the cutest, not entirely organically-minded, but oh-so local seed store on Monday. There's one counter for paying and one that's just for picking out seeds, where behind the counter lie 50 big metal barrels filled with seeds, and on the counter lies an old timey scale. You say what you want, the sun-burned man uses an old metal scoop to fill a simple paper bag, weighs it, and writes 25, 50 cents, or at the most $1 on it. You chat gardening with the overalled, base-ball cap wearing employee, who himself has 40 acres of land. Trucks grace the parking lot, and there's a sign "chicks for sale" out front. Sometimes these old buildings and local stores are too rare in the US, but sometimes they're right around the corner, in fact they've been there for 60 years, you just have to notice.