I had the strangest day today, not quite sure what to think. It started out innocently enough, loading the van to go to market, around sixish (ok, I admit it was more sevenish). The usual scramble looking through the garden, the refrigerator, finding a table, cloth and crates and turning back on 19 because I forgot the cashbox. Since there wasn't enough earthly freshness to warrant a drive to Columbia market, I decided to try my luck at the Hermann farmers market, saving two hours of driving and a tank of gas. Sales were good, the vendors nice and the customers I didn't know by name were far and in between. The setting on the old Pamida parking lot in the shade was pretty decent and the selection of brought items was passable: new potatoes, miscellaneous homegrown sprouts (broccoli, daikon radish, mustard greens), new garlic, broccoli, basil (and more basil), carrots with tops, bright red tomatoes, cherry tomatoes and that was about it. Sold most of it, took the left overs to a local restaurant and one of the customers came to the farm later and picked 20 pound of green tomatoes.
Quite unusual to have a day where it actually pays of, if only just a little, and I can skip the ATM for a few days. Just the encouragement that I needed.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .