To market, to market to buy a fat pig

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!

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The farmer’s market down the street

So, we’ve been to scope out the Farmer’s Markets around the area. Let me show you what we found right down the street. Seriously, we can ride our bicycles.