Sunday, May 24, 2009
Our neighborhood has hosted a farmer's market for over 20 years! Awesome. When our children were young we walked pulling them in their little red wagon every Saturday morning. A family ritual that continues for our son in NYC. A few years ago he shared the big city's version of home grown goodness with me. New York's market's have crafts, baked goods and artists on the fringes. Our little market is the "No Coke, Pepsi." variety. Food is the gig here. Yesterday's food hit was the blueberries. We also saw old friends, high school classmates and met new vendors comparing our garden successes and failures with their glistening beauties. The purple onions and small yellow squashes were gems glinting in the early morning sun. And all around there were happy smiles.Good people.Good times.