The Farmers Market

The first job i ever had was at a farmers market. The people who chatted over the ears of corn and bouquets of wild flowers in a way that i just knew they didn't at the grocery store. I usually filled my plaid thermis with tea or hot cider, but last year i hadn't drunk any of it because there had been so many good things to try from the street carts. So this year instead, i put some extra dollars in my pocket and backed the car full of my crafts out into the street and drove to downtown.