Today was our fourth official Saturday. It had a nice rhythm about it. I sat up under my tent, drinking lots of water and countedfolks enter the market. market. What a joy to see so many carrying canvas bags with the intentions of carrying out local vegetables and gourmet foods.
I had a moment. My vision of a local market really happened. I saw ladies in their work out clothes, carrying their basket of goodies, and a load of fresh flowers bundled in their arms. Children taste testing peaches with the juice running down their chins.
Even the canine crowd loved the community of friends, ready to admire and pet them and include them in the conversations.
I over heard farmers talking about how they grew their squash, how they stuff it with brown rice and cheese. Others discussed lemon cucumbers, and shallots, and onions, and garlic scapes.
Yea, it was hot, but where else can you talk to good people and good food?
It was a joy to be part of the market today. Thank all the farmers who work hard, and thank you to all the folks who appreciate good fresh food!