Last week, Alberta Ag invited me to come and talk about farming and home delivery. Alberta Ag is the US equivalent to the Washington State Department of Agriculture. They had receive a grant from their federal government to host a workshop on CSA farming. Through a few connections, unbeknownst to myself, the workshop coordinators up there knew people down here and the people down here knew me. And voilà, Mr. Klesick goes to Canada! Incidentally, I will be speaking in Michigan on the same topic in December.
It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say that each of you, as Klesick customers, sent me to Canada to share about our business model and the good food message. For the last 15 (almost 16) years, we have been growing, sourcing and delivering high quality organic produce to our local community. Your support of our values and business model caught the interest of the folks in Edmonton, Alberta—so, off I went. I had a great time connecting with other health-focused farmers.
At the workshop, I was also asked to “coach” a few of the farm businesses one-on-one. I really loved that part of the workshop. Often times, business owners and farmers need a sounding board to help them reorient and be able to think through the next steps. Over an hour or two, I got to sit down with some great business/farm owners and talk about their passions, their goals and their challenges, and hopefully help them “talk” themselves through the next steps. It is really like a coaching job.
In this role as a Business Coach (consultant), I try to inspire and encourage them to follow their gut instincts after having researched the options. So in the end, I listen, observe, ask a few questions and help them simplify the next steps in the direction that makes the most sense for the talents and resources the business owners have.
These discussions were very rewarding and based on the feedback and the action steps already being acted on, I fully expect major changes to come from our meetings, not because of anything I recommended, but because I just helped them think through what was “rattling” around in their minds. The ideas were theirs, not mine. I was just able to cut to the chase and point the obvious out.
With that said, if you own a business, work for a nonprofit or manage a large department and find yourself in need of a business coach or a motivational speaker for an event or training, I would be happy to explore how I can add value to your operation or event. If after reading this newsletter and you are thinking, “Hmmm, it might be good to talk to Coach Klesick for an hour or two,” I am willing—just call Brenda at our office to start the ball rolling.

Those beets we keep sending in the boxes…do they just sit in the corner of the veggie drawer for weeks until they are limp and wilted, good for nothing except the compost heap, all because nobody will eat them if you fix them? Customers will tell us, “Um, beets? No one in our household will eat them besides me!” Growing up, I didn’t like things like beets, kale, or other green things either. For me, the only thing to do with beets was paint my plate, lips and face with them, until my mom caught sight of it and then I still had to eat them, which I did with great reluctance. (As a child, I discovered that if you plug your nose when eating foods you can’t stand, you can’t taste them as well, which makes them easier to swallow!) My sister, however, loved beets and sometimes she was nice enough to eat mine for me. Today, I eat beets, along with many other veggies, probably largely due to my mother’s persistence in getting me to eat them.
Like most people in my family, I like to keep things traditional on the Thanksgiving table. Mom’s buttery mashed potatoes slathered with her homemade gravy, Grandma’s pumpkin pie baked in a 9×13 so we all can have a large piece, and Grandma’s cranberry jello that wobbles and shakes when gently nudged. Even the boxed stuffed and canned cranberry sauce I find endearing because it’s been a part of this day my entire life. But as I’ve grown older and realized that there is a world beyond stovetop and that you can actually make your own cranberry sauce and as much as I love my sweet potatoes mixed with brown sugar and covered with marshmallows, there are other ways of doing things and other ingredients that are begging to be included.
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Last week, I got a call from the Everett Herald who wanted interview me for an article about I-522. This is so important to the health of future generations that, as much as I prefer not to engage in the rhetoric, I accepted. Jerry Cornfield, from the Herald, is a very good writer and accurately captured my comments in the Sunday Herald article. Ironically enough, the “No” position farmer was Andy Werkhoven, a fellow farmer and friend—we just see this issue differently.
Fall is definitely pumpkin time. Shoot, even McDonalds and Starbucks are advertising PSL on the radio and billboards. (Just in case, you are more like me than not, PSL stands for Pumpkin Spice Latte.) Well, on the farm we grow pumpkins and lots of them—sweet pie pumpkins. This growing season was very good for all the varieties of squash.
I thought I would; but suddenly, I don’t mind the touch of chill in the air, the softer, golden-tint to the light and the mention of pumpkins, apples and squash. Last week, I wasn’t ready for summer to end. I wasn’t ready for back-to-school shopping and admitting defeat on all the items yet to be crossed off the summer to-do list. But then it hit me, as it always does. Suddenly, the gray is like a comforting blanket—familiar and welcomed.