Annie, Get Your Gourd

We were lucky enough to nab a share at a CSA that's literally up the road from us last winter, which was exciting—as thrilling as rutabagas and turnips are—but the humongo bonus was the Summer Share we were first in line for this past June. And besides greens so sweet you had to look twice to see what, precisely, you were eating and squash the size of softball bats, what was so thrilling was that we got to ride our bikes to the farm every Saturday.

And though my 21-speed step-through, Little Brown, is pretty enough for her own post (really, I will introduce you to her later this week), it was an ingenious tool we borrowed from our neighbors that made Saturday Harvest Rides (about 2 miles, roundtrip) possible. I can explain it no better than as so: A beat-up version of this quickie-snap-on baby trailer.

Photos TK of the actual boarded-up crib-on-wheels, but suffice to say: Why, why has no one come up with a trailer not intended for human children but instead ... produce. Or at least a general grocery carrier? Was is the only good bike gear for actually transporting stuff outside urban areas the Milk Crate Solution (thanks, Make Magazine!)?

I'd be so thankful if you had ideas...