FOUND IN: Uncategorized on January 31, 2017
Surprise your Valentine with a gift box of delectable sweets from your local chocolatiers and beekeeper. Then say I love you again in early March when they get fresh vegetables and herbs from your local farmer, Compost in My Shoe!
Here's How It Works
*Choose a 1 farm share gift package delivery or 3 farm share gift package delivery.
*Pick the gift box up at one of our local business pick up points or choose hand delivery to your door for an extra fee.
*Your Valentine will be contacted by our farm staff via email with information on how to set up their delivery.
*Farm Share delivery will begin in early - mid-March depending on Mother Nature and how things grow at the farm.
A Sweet and Savory Gift for Your Valentine.
Our chocolatiers Mark Gray and David Vagasky have over 30 years in perfecting their chocolate making techniques. Their local business, Cocao’s Artisan Chocolates are hand crafted in Charleston, SC.
Your chocolate selection is one of our all time favorites, End of the Day Bark.
Cacao's End of the Day Bark is simply outrageous and layered with complex textures and flavors.
Made with milk or dark chocolate and layered with roasted pecans and almonds, roasted sesame seeds, toasted coconut, French croquant, and Maldon Sea Salt.
This season’s honey harvest comes to you from our diligent girls bringing in nectar and pollen, then transforming it into liquid sunshine right here on Johns Island, SC.
Our beekeeper, Jim Martin has been “managing” bees for over five years and recognizes the intricate web of activity in the hive necessary to bring you this sweet sample.
Your delivered farm shares will include 3-4 veggies and 1-2 herbs. Compost in My Shoe’s farm is located in the heart of Johns Island. Sandy soil and compost are the start for producing some of the most beautifully, nutritious produce in your local area.
Your Valentine will be contacted via email 2 weeks before we start deliveries with instructions on how to set up the delivery. We expect the season to begin early-mid-March depending on Mother Nature and the growing conditions at the farm.
At that time they will choose a pick up location based on a list we will provide. there will be drop off locations in Mt. Pleasant, James Island, Johns Island and The Peninsula. All other pertinent information will be provided at that time.
Where do I pick up my gift box?
You must let us know from the following locations:
*Lowcountry Local First Home Office-1630-2 Meeting St, Charleston SC 29405 Hours: 9-5 Friday, February 10th and Monday, February 13th
*Herbal Passion(West Ashley-Avondale)-845-1B Savannah Highway, Charleston, SC 29407 Hours:1-7 Friday, February 10th and 10-3 Saturday, February 11th.
*Albizia Apothecary(James Island-Riverland Terrace)-2010 Wappoo Drive, Charleston, SC 29412 Hours:11-5 Friday, February 10th and Saturday, February 11th
*Coastal Expeditions-514-B Mill Street, Mount Pleasant SC 29464 Hours:
How does the Farm Share Delivery work?
Your Valentine will receive an email 2 weeks before our deliveries begin. It will include information on setting up their delivery preference from the list we will provide. We hope to begin our early spring deliveries in early to mid-March depending on the growing conditions at the farm.
Have you ever been a Compost In My Shoe member and received a CSA Farm Share from us? If so, email me at email@example.com before purchasing a Valentine Gift Box. We will need to reactivate your member account.
Questions? email us at firstname.lastname@example.org
Your Valentine gift represents an important connection between Charleston area local artisans, farmers and you.
A big thanks to our partner, Lowcountry Local First
FOUND IN: Uncategorized on July 04, 2015
When I heard of his intention to share, I greedily accepted. Like a Vegas wedding, I'd had the love affair with this new found beauty and rushed to the alter to consummate the deed. All I needed was the evidence to prove it.
It all seemed, easy.
Days passed, my patience wained. Time, acting as a foe, plants the seed of uncertainty. In my mind, I wondered if his heartfelt promise would go unfulfilled.
In an oversized brown-paper envelope they came. Without fanfare, cheers or kind wishes for success in their new land, the delivery sat by the front door. Wrapped in foreign news, they appeared as tiny sausages with green tips, their only hint of life. The journey overseas had left them weary. I put them to bed, wished sweet dreams and sang my own rendition of "Carolina in My Mind" . Visions of their garden debut quickly ensued.
I am smitten all at once. With no real notice, pointed, green buds dot the discreet foliage. I sense an uncomfortable pause, like the adolescent child wanting to please but unsure of the consequences such an effort might bring.
Reflexed petals emerge like impatient cocoons, unwilling to wait any longer. Brilliant reddish-orange flowers curve gracefully, leading the eye toward the yellow promised land. Cue the orchestra. Drama stirs. Explosive pollen coats bumble bee bodies.
With a breeze to catch their wings, the blossoms, collectively resembling a cloud of exotic butterflies, hover above this landscape. Their patterns demand an attention deserving of one appearing so delicately but in reality built for flight.
The rare and very beautiful flower from the Gloriosa family is named after the world-renowned floral designer from Belgium, Tomas De Bruyne. See the artist create with these creatures. We are pleased to see, they now call Charleston home. Please come visit.
FOUND IN: Education, The Farm on August 11, 2014
A golden rope of sweet stickiness descends into the glass jar below the white bucket. I attempt to control the volume, lifting on the gate valve, eying it with great concentration. I do not want to waste one drop. Savoring this moment, I reflect on the effort to arrive here.
Luck. Skill. Timing.
They come together in an amazing collaboration, allowing for the "lift to the light", gazing onto something that has magic written in the bronzed molecules we call honey.
FOUND IN: Uncategorized on July 06, 2014
A bewitched view of lavender carpets extend into the horizon. Clear, crisp, dry air brushes the forehead as sunset approaches. Red-topped tile village homes dot the hillside beyond. This is not what I see.
There are rows of it here, planted in last year's brutal summer. I did not expect it to live considering the conditions are not likely a favorite of this Mediterranean herb. Crouching on all fours, close to soil, taking a picture to illustrate the view reveals a different landscape. Sand. Pine trees. Flat land.
Silver foliage parts fingers as hands move slowly across the tops of tiny bushes. A smell described as sweet, floral, and herbal with balsamic undertones wafts upward. I close my eyes. Now I am there.
The passing aroma of a well healed Englishman with a heavy stride walks along Piccadilly Circus.
A tiny satchel awaits the tired guest, the first to pull the dresser drawer knobs.
Light purple bouquets fill the table at the Notting Hill Gate Farmer Market.
They are memories, fleeting moments. I owe their return to the smell.