There are only a few places that I go that I feel the need to stay a long time. I’m a quick decision maker, but when it comes to the farmer’s market, no matter what is in my reusable grocery bag, I still can walk in circles. I’ve never left without feeling like I was being rushed, or that I hadn’t gotten my fill. I think it’s the people. The bright colors. The smells of melons and flowers and kettle corn. The feeling of love from the sellers – after all, these are their products that they grew! It is very different than to produce section at the grocery store.
Anyway, this past weekend I was home. Woodbridge doesn’t have the best farmer’s market I’ve ever been to, but it has definitely grown from a 5 truck show. My mom and I spoke with a man who was buying flowers for the butterflies. Then he launched in to a story about squirrel hunting and how he had seen a squirrel and a rabbit playing together. We spoke to a man who made bread. 1000 loaves of rosemary focaccia per week. I bought 4 of them. I found out that a boy in my french class in high school now works with his family making pastries for the market – amazing!
Anyway, am I alone here? Why do you love the farmer’s market?
Some Fuji pics…
Tags: farmer's market, food, still life, vegetables
love this! I wish I had access to a farmers market! There’s probably one around Philly somewhere… Your produce looks fabulous!!!
Love this post! Farmer’s Markets are awesome!
Unfortunately, we don’t have many of them around here. On Wednesdays, we head over to a small little area with about 6 trucks, which is about 5-10 minutes away. We love getting fresh peaches, peppers, and garlic. I just wish there was one available more than just once a week, in the summer.