Neighborhood "Needs More Like it"

Mike and I have subscribed to an organic farm. July 1st marked the three-year anniversary of our arrival in California, and this latest gesture is a measure of how far we have come. Three years ago I assure you that the words "subscribe to a farm" would have sent me into a fetal crouch. Now, however, we have decided that it would be nice to get six to seven pieces of produce grown by people more knowledgable and responsible than ourselves delivered to our door. We got a flyer by email, which was exciting, but which also afforded us a glimpse at the Platonic idea of a run-on sentence.

Our farm, C---- Fruits and Vegetables, was founded by K----- B-------- in 1976, a dedicated pioneer of the organic foods movement, committed to growing the finest quality produce using only methods healthy for the environment as well as her farm workers, and customers.

It may be the pot calling the kettle black, but I find that last comma particularly outrageous. Like the author stared at the clause sprawling across the page like a grape vine growing in a cow patch ("committed to growing the finest quality produce using only methods healthy for the environment as well as her farm workers and customers") and decided that the part that really needed to be set off for clarity was "and customers." However, it is important to us that our new farm family be brilliant at agriculture, less important that they be brilliant at clause husbandry.