Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
(Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’ve been reading too many nursery rhymes.)
Paralyzed with fear there would be no farmer’s market wherever we moved, I’m telling you, small towns refuse to let you down!
Not only do they have every vegetable we could ever need, there is a lady who sells coffee, one who sells cookbooks, another who sells local honey and beeswax candles and other beeswax products she makes herself, pastries from the local bakery handmade by a lovely woman from Estonia and her granddaughter, and a man who fries mini-doughnuts and wears a chef hat. Farmers selling local pork show up and lately musicians grace us with their music!
My favorite vendor, whose prices beat all the others, supply my veggies for the week. He lets his teenage daughter run the stand to practice her math, and I’m at the point I call them by name. 🙂
On the way home, during the summer anyway, a young girl from a Skelly’s local farm provided a constant supply of blueberries, cherries, watermelon, peaches, plums and cantaloupe. They might have been the same price or higher than the grocery store, but they were local.
Really, I could not ask for more.
Thank you Wisconsin!
- Blog #6 Family-owned Farms (mmlawson05.wordpress.com)
- NH Farmers’ Market Reports (ruralcommunitybuilding.fb.org)
- Keep Calm & Buy Local (toricarras.wordpress.com)
- Changing Your Life One Farmers Market at a Time (farmersmarketfinds.wordpress.com)
- Going to Market (hannahbear585.wordpress.com)
- The Farmer’s Market- Season V (acommonmandines.wordpress.com)
- Origins of nursery rhymes (amywaters45.wordpress.com)