Saturday, January 2, 2010

Bay Area CSA - 2010 Subscriptions Available Now

Greenhearts Family Farm CSA

2010 Bay Area CSA Subscriptions

Imagine walking out your back door and picking from your bountiful garden delicious, ripe fruits and vegetables, gathering fresh laid eggs and choosing the plumpest chicken for that night’s dinner.

What would it be like to have only the finest hand picked and most natural foods, as if you lived on an abundant and thriving organic farm?
If you can imagine what eating was like one hundred years ago, maybe in the French countryside or the American prairie, then you can come pretty close to the experience of joining the Greenhearts Family Farm CSA.

Only, we bring the experience right to your door.

The Greenhearts Family Farm delivery service, or "CSA" brings together local, pasture based and organic food and artisanal product providers for Bay Area families demanding the finest California has to offer.

Each week families receive a selection of the finest local seasonal food.

Greenhearts Family Farm puts the ecosystem and local environment before profit. Sustainably directed, we put our years of learning with the world’s foremost organic growers to work every day in the rejuvenation of our land and the protection of our sacred air and water.

Join Greenhearts Family Farm Bay Area CSA and begin to experience what food can be. We promise you’ll be amazed by our heirloom varieties of the finest seasonal greens, fruits and vegetables picked each morning, omega rich, blue, brown and white shelled eggs bursting with bright orange yolks and healthy vibrant organic chickens raised naturally on grass and fresh air.

Join us at the table! Join the green food revolution!
Join Greenhearts Family Farm Bay Area CSA!


Or click >>here to sign up right away!

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Visit www.greenheartsfamilyfarm.com for More Info!

Visit Our New Website for all Your Greenhearts Needs!


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This week's Greenhearts CSA Delivery


April 1-7, 2009 CSA Delivery
Fresh from the farm to your door!
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

CSA - Our Service

Greenhearts Family Farm, Artisan Organics Delivered
2009 CSA Season - April through November

Our large CSA box contains seasonal local offerings and is full of the organic fruits and vegetables you love delivered each week to your door! We also deliver our pastured organic chicken, eggs and grass fed beef.

Our service area includes the San Francisco Bay Area, Monterey, Salinas, San Jose and Hollister.

Options

A. Week to Week - $30 per box (paid each week)

B. Spring Package (16 boxes + 1 box free) = $475 (paid in advance)

C. Summer Package (16 boxes + 1 box free) = $475 (paid in advance)

D. Spring & Summer Package (32 boxes + 2 boxes free + 1 dozen free eggs + Gift Pack) = $900 (paid in advance)

About Our Farm Fresh Food

Greenhearts Family Farm's organic pastured eggs are rich in complex omega acids, the same found in salmon, and are much fresher than store bought. Our healthy free range organic pastured chicken is the highest quality anywhere in the world. Kinder to animals, better for the environment, the best for you.

We also have organic fresh flowers and local grass fed beef.

Purchasing a package now helps us maintain a thriving farm. Plus, it saves you money.

So join us in raising better tasting and healthier food. Come out to the farm with your family and see it happen. Be part of a greener environment and a stronger local economy.

Join Greenhearts Family Farm!
Order a Package Now & Save Money!

Call (831)801-0611 or (415)971-5703
or send us an email



Greenhearts Family Farm
Artisan Organics Delivered

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Saturday, December 20, 2008

Paul Oscar Hamilton

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Paul Oscar Hamilton Farm Works





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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Left Behind... In Communist China


Travelling Between
Hong Kong and the Mainland?


Headed to China for the Olympics? You may have the proper visas, but do you have enough of them?



By Paul Oscar Hamilton


I could not have felt more helpless. I was standing in Hong Kong. My girlfriend was standing in China. We could clearly see the other’s desperate expression. But we could not touch. We'd run out of visas.


Hong Kong is now a part of China, as we all know, the British having long since handed over ownership. Despite the slogans, the two are not one. It is a nation divided by officers in hats, a bureaucratic line more impassible than the crumbling Great Wall. And I wish we’d known that a lot earlier.


Our plan had been to travel by rail through China, from Beijing to Hong Kong then back out on our way to Vietnam via Cambodia. With the understanding that Hong Kong and China were one country we naively expected to need only one entry visa to China- the thinking being that by going to Hong Kong we would not be leaving China proper and subsequently need no further permission to re-enter. We’d boarded the bus from Hong Kong after a lovely few days exploring that dynamic, international city. Heading to Shenzhen, the exploding border town that came into being with reunification, our packs seemed heavy in the sweltering humidity, especially after a respite of carefree wandering with little more to carry than our appetites and sunglasses. But the overland journey ahead excited our imaginations, as we'd be plunging into the interior wilds of the Far East.

Aurora, my paramour and intrepid guide, breezed through the border checkpoint, her male agent giving her a salutatory farewell. My border agent, a smiling female in stiff uniform appeared more circumspect in her appraisal. She asked me if I travelled a lot. Proud of my worldliness , I replied haughtily that yes indeed I had been fortunate to have been to many exotic locales. She quipped in her straightforward and polite English that that being the case, possibly I should have understood the simple need of proper documentation to transgress international borders. I pointed out that I was in possession of the necessary visa to enter China. She disagreed.


“You had the necessary visa to enter China once, but you do not have the necessary visa to enter again.”


“What country am I in now?”


“You are in China.”


“What country am I trying to enter?”


“China.”


“What country did I leave in order to enter China?”


“China.”


“Then maybe you can understand my dilemma. How could I have known that I would need separate visas to enter China from China?”


“You are a world traveler. You should know these things.”



I sat on that thought for a moment. A gift of Eastern Wisdom, perhaps? I looked through the Plexiglas at Aurora. My lovely girl. Standing there. Free.


“Well, why’d you let her through?”

I pointed at the red-haired beauty standing a few paces behind her, innocently waiting. The agent turned around to look. It took about two seconds for the guards to be alerted and for my sweet angel to have been cursorily expelled from China back into China. To this day her passport bares the scar of a cancelled stamp. My border agent informed her superior of her counterpart’s sloppy work and at least fifteen other agents stopped their transactions to stand up from their seated posts, point mockingly at the shamefaced culprit and publicly humiliate him with rebukes and taunts. Effective peer counseling, I thought to myself. Would that fly in the west? We were soon directed to another line, at the culmination of which we were redirected back from whence we’d come. No one wanted to deal with us. The only solution was to return to Hong Kong and apply for visas there. Unfortunately it was Labor Week and no governmental offices were open for a number of days and to expedite visa service would have been prohibitively expensive, not to mention the attendant costs of room and board at a moment’s notice. We settled on ditching the whole idea and simply flying to Vietnam, saving Cambodia for a later date. We slept the night on the couch of our kind hostelier’s living room. His rooms were all booked.


Ironically, as we headed out of the station to collect our luggage from the waiting bus that was to have continued the journey we could have simply got back on and gone with them. No one was looking. But I knew eventually at the next stop some such, and probably worse, debacle would have awaited us.


So it is with much hard won experience that I recommend delving as deeply as possible into your destination of choice’s arcane, inexplicable, anachronistic, oxymoronic regulations so you don’t end up standing with your passport in your hand.


And never rat out your partner to the authorities. They’ll never let you forget it.

Read more of Paul Oscar Hamilton's work at http://www.ourmanly.com.au/


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