What I found at the farmers market

Or: Reasons to be less afraid

Photo by Kyle Nieber on Unsplashed

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and I’m driving a little too fast on my way to the farmers’ market. I’ve gotten a later start than I intended, and my fear is that the donuts will be gone. I am partial to the cinnamon sugar donuts that are made each week on the premises. Their scent in the air puts you in a good mood. I’ll bet a lot of peoples’ toes curl in their sneakers when they smell that smell. There is always a line for those donuts. They often sell out.

Alas, I do arrive too late to get a donut. But there is the compensation of everything else at the farmers market: the asparagus and tomatoes and potatoes, the fresh basil and the gorgeous flowers, the cheese stand where I buy something so delicious, I can’t quite believe it’s real. My sweetheart and I buy a raclette with shaved ham and cheese and onions and pickles on a baguette, and although we say we will never be able to eat at all, we eat it all.