Delight At The Farmer's Market

 

I wandered on down to the Farmer's Market,  last Sunday

 afternoon.

 

As I walked down the rows of home harvested vegetables

 and homemade delicacies of cakes, pies, homemade jams

 and other delicious edibles and crafts,  I fondly thought to myself...

 

“What a friendly, lovely group of merchants…

sharing, selling their items and providing their time

 on a lazy, pleasant Sunday afternoon".

 

It was almost like a scene from another era. An old- fashioned time of life when people were bonded  in the ways of the earth and the seasons. A place to relax with family and friends,  shopping for locally grown produce, fruits, cheeses and baked goods.

You could pick up some homemade soap-or a bright red wagon- made so beautifully and artfully by a man

 just wanting to please others with his skillful craft.

 

People sitting on lawn chairs… listening to the music

 supplied by the vendors, who were playing fiddles

 and other musical instruments.

Children playing with their Frisbees,  while a dog or two scampered playfully about.

 

I went home with warm, good feelings- pondering the sentiments of connection and the feelings of sharing and caring about others.

 

Buying cucumbers and apples that went into my bag

with less than ten dollars for the whole price tag

And…

Waxing fondly, poetic about the local Farmer’s Market.

 

By LadeeAnne~anne p Murray~2012