Slice of Life Tuesday: Summer is…the farmer’s market!

Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
Summer would not be summer without the farmer’s market and the promise of  “Jersey Fresh.”
 
Every Sunday morning, when everyone else is still fast asleep, family farmers from far and wide make their way to the train station in our town.  In the quiet of those early dawn hours, they set up their tents and tables, and arrange a glorious feast-in-the-making:
 
 
No matter how early we set out, the market is always buzzing with activity by the time we get there.  Neighbors and visitors, kids and  dogs, parents and grandparents – every segment of our town’s population  is out and about, sampling this and that, planning simple meals and big celebrations.  Our drab and functional station, a place where you are usually rushing to catch a train somewhere or making a beeline to get home, become a wonderful place to linger. 
Close your eyes, and you can catch drifts of what awaits – fresh basil, crisp cucumbers and peppers, juicy tomatoes and peaches…and just-baked bread.  
 
No one is in a hurry to “shop the list” – the point is to take your time, to savor the moment, to enjoy the process of picking out fruits and vegetables, deciding just which ears of corn seem ripest and ready.  
 
There is always some new variety of honey or jam to ponder over, sample and select with care:
 
or a new variety of vegetable to pause and question:
 We fill our already overflowing bags with lovely delights, then turn and find some more:
Even though the heat is beginning to take its toll, we willingly wait for fresh mozzarella and canolis:
 
Our bags are full, and the car is a long walk away.  But something about the place, its sights and smells,  sense of community and summer bliss, makes us reluctant to leave. Perhaps we have just enough room left for a pot of  flowers to carry home – its vibrant colors a reminder of  the pleasures of our summer season.
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18 thoughts on “Slice of Life Tuesday: Summer is…the farmer’s market!

  1. Thank you for allowing me to travel to your farmer's market with you. The journey was beautiful and your writing was so strong that I could imagine the walk. Once again I get a glimpse into your life.

  2. Mmmmm. The smell of warm, ripe tomatoes…my favorite! Wouldn't it be neat if someday at the end of the Farmer's Market, everyone just stayed and cooked up some delicious soups; make some cool, crispy salads; put some of the flowers on foldup picnic tables; broke open that homemade bread and smeared jams and just ate and ate and ate??? A Farmer's Picnic Event! Ooooh, I might suggest that at ours. Ours is held down by the river, so we could sit by the water. I am so up for this. Thanks for sharing the delights of the farmer's market!

  3. What a glorious market! Our little town has a farmer's market too that we frequent every Saturday morning, but I'm quite jealous — it looks nothing like this one! Enjoy!

  4. I love this line – "But something about the place, its sights and smells, sense of community and summer bliss, makes us reluctant to leave." It can be said about so many of our summer experiences. Thanks for bringing your farmer's market alive for us through your descriptive slice.

  5. OH Tara–this is such a great slice. I loved walking along with you on this trip to the farmer's market. I may have to brave the heat and head out to ours.

  6. Mmmmm! I'm hungry reading this piece! You picked just the right details, I'm wanting mozzarella and cannolis right now. And your photographs are glorious- a feast for the eyes!

  7. I'm not a big fan of markets. I love the idea but I never seem to get to the one in my town that arrives every Thursday but you are making me rethink that. 🙂 See you at 9.Bonnie

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