The Farmer’s Market in my hometown opened yesterday at 7:00 am, and will be held every Thursday until October. I wait all year for our market and it never disappoints. My husband Bill came with me because he is the official bag-carrier. Or maybe he just likes to buy some cookies.
Tent after tent holds new surprises and old stand-bys. Everyone in town knows “the mushroom lady,” and many others. I have been buying the mushrooms for years.
The first place I head to is the local organic farm produce. I wish I could sweep my arms across the tables and scoop it all up.