Return to the Market
October 3rd, 2009 at 8:50 am
Since I was up before 8 a.m. and since my foot is no longer casted, I hobbled around the Farmers Market this morning for the first time in seven or eight weeks.
Might’ve bought a pumpkin ‘cept they were too heavy to heft to the car. No veggie valets today.
Apples from the orchard that we visited last week: See The Orchard.
Honey from The Orchard.
It’s flippin’ freezing out this morning. Well, not technically freezing, but shivering cold nonetheless.
Of course, Steve Graham was out in his shorts and flip-flops. He’s unfazed by the cold.
Ele was wearing her winter coat and I wished I had mine on. I just wore a sweatshirt jacket.
The Tom.
I new I should have gotten around and come over earlier today! Look at those beautiful apples! Maybe next weekend!
Oh and the watermelons and cantelopes! and the pumpkins and, and, and well you get it!
It is practically unbelievable that there is still sweet corn (and it’s good!) in October! I bought flowers, of course, pumpkins (I would have been happy to carry your pumpkin(s) to your car, Cheryl! I made about 3 trips to my car. Oh, and I bought elderberry jelly, okra, (OKRA–can you believe it?) peppers, corn, flower seeds, eggplant, tomatoes–and a wonderfully delicious breakfast burrito! Someone was selling paw-paws…..what do you do with paw-paws?
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/topic.php?uid=27898155039&topic=10557
For those not on Facebook, the link above carried the following W. A. White editorial.
~ PAWPAWS ~ THE EMPORIA GAZETTE October 5, 1916
Here it is well into October; two frosts have nipped the sumach, and no one has brought a basket of pawpaws to the GAZETTE office.
The bass have begun to bite again; wild grapes are sweetening up; pumpkin pies are all but ripe, and the song birds are going. In the warm Indian summer sun, the turtle lies basking on his log over the green water strewn with leaves. Walnuts are dropping in the woods, and little boys’ fingers are brown with stain. Pokeberry ink in school is stinking its good old stink, and carrying its message of undying love.
And still the season lacks its glory. No one has brought a basket of blackish-green pawpaws to the GAZETTE office.* ~ W. A. W.
*And the next day it rained pawpaws in the GAZETTE office. ~ W. A. W. (annotated in 1924)
Sorry there were no Veggie Valets to help you carry pumpkins. I think they’ve taken off for end of season early. The calendars for those kids get fuller than the adults. They’ll be back next year!