tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812464604153457143.post4796881798160402451..comments2023-07-07T03:26:59.305-04:00Comments on Feast and Famine: Barter Economy: Preparedness in Interesting TimesYeoman Gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18155210682115989284noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812464604153457143.post-28153132677912275892014-12-20T10:38:06.239-05:002014-12-20T10:38:06.239-05:00Note ZH, thank you for your comment and the change...Note ZH, thank you for your comment and the change-work you are doing in the world. I have not posted your biz contact, however. Social media would be the venue for that.Yeoman Gardenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18155210682115989284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812464604153457143.post-796180856213106982009-09-21T10:02:15.433-04:002009-09-21T10:02:15.433-04:00It is always good to read your wise words...thank-...It is always good to read your wise words...thank-you from all of us who need you to light the way...H OAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812464604153457143.post-37315153421962949962009-09-08T17:58:40.856-04:002009-09-08T17:58:40.856-04:00Here's a barter-savvy fellow in Toronto, who h...Here's a barter-savvy fellow in Toronto, who has linked to this piece, and is a resource for barter info. Many thanks!<br />http://twitter.com/JVMentor/status/3804060550<br /><br />Zone5b, luv the farmers market anecdotes. Farmers are such interesting people, close to the land, doing a work of service, and are often way more generous than... "He who dies with the most toys, wins!"Yeoman Gardenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18155210682115989284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812464604153457143.post-65818711383359780142009-09-07T08:33:31.882-04:002009-09-07T08:33:31.882-04:00Sometimes it isn't even as formal as a barter,...Sometimes it isn't even as formal as a barter, which you are legally obliged to pay taxes on. A neighbor turns new ground for you, and you bring him vegetables four months later. <br /><br />Vendors at the farm markets do it. The woman from the orchard offers a basket of plums for your leftover chard at the end of the day. You shovel out the cowman's barn for the manure and he throws in some milk for the kids. He's such a nice guy that you plan on giving him the huge pumpkin when it's ready to decorate his little store. Fun.Zone5bnoreply@blogger.com