There has always been a farmer's market in this little town, but this year it feels like there was a shift—something good is brewing up at the market. More vendors. Plenty of variety. The french pastry chef, who may be personally responsible for my thwarted efforts to lose weight this summer. The Indian cook who takes Tom's orders for traditional Indian breakfast dishes. We buy eggs and chicken, knowing that each were produced under the best possible conditions. There are even a few artisans selling pottery and funky aprons. I love to see our community investing in our local abundance.
But my favorite part of the market? The people. It's becoming a hub for good folk to come together and catch up while they gather local produce. I love that the faces become more familiar each week. Shep is my enthusiastic shopper, who begins snacking on the produce before money has even exchanged hands. Neko often parks herself at the coffee stand to tell Bree all about her latest insect find or favorite dinosaur.
When I have bit more time on my hands, I feel this is a local endeavor where my time and talent would be well spent. In the meantime, I will mark my calendar for the once-a-month winter market which will carry me through the snowy months.