Thursday, July 12, 2012

I love to go to the farmer's market. I love seeing all the fruits of Mother Earth lined up on the tables. I love when someone ask "you got okra?" and the farmer says no and hollers over to his competitor "Hey Herb, you got any okra left?". So willing to help you.

I love to look at there beat up hard working farm trucks. No shiny paint here, just mud and a bit of honest rust. I like walking by the tables and smelling all the smells, garlic, cantaloupes and onions. I love to watch all the "unusual" people and to listen to the friendly conversations. Yes, it's all entertaining and rather satisfying to take home food grown by neighbors.

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