My mother used to take us with her to the farmers’ market when I was a little girl. This is how I remember it:
We’d drive into a big warehouse on the way home from church. We’d stay in the car while my mother got out to shop. Through the windows we’d catch glimpses of old men in overalls offering their wares. After a long and boring wait my mother would come back, her spoils in brown paper bags, and we’d drive away, the sunshine outside blinding us as we left the stuffy dimness of the market behind.
It wasn’t a whole lot of fun, although we liked the vegetables. The farmers’ market my girls and I visited recently had the vegetables and much more. Even better, it was outside in the sunshine.
Read the rest at my friend Ginny’s blog, where I’m contributing to her Summer Life Skills Bingo series.