Spring Farmers Market
Baskets of Home Grown Food!
Hello from Anita! 🌼
It lifts my spirits to hang out on sunny Thursday afternoons at our local Farmers Market! I never leave hungry or short on conversation!
It’s the home of the best wood fired pizza in town, their homemade oven looking, for all the world, like a third grader’s paper mache project, faithfully towed each week behind the beat up old family van, spilling with kids and pizza dough, baskets of sour dough seed bread so delectable that the line to order snakes back far before the opening bell even rings.
Sometimes I go for authentic Mexican street tacos, grilled corn and watermelon iced tea. It’s a hard choice and after so many seasons getting to know both vendors I don’t want to hurt either of their feelings!!!
There’s also organic eggs, grass fed meats, goat cheeses and wine from the dozens of surrounding vinyards. It turns out that the Texas Hill Country has become a mecca for vinyards, like Tuscany except with cowboys.
This early in the season, frost loving crops like spinach, strawberries, carrots and baskets of multicolored new potatoes are displayed on colorful print tablecloths. Organic tomato, zucchini and sunflower seedlings inspire me to keep going on my own messy garden.
For me, it’s not even so much about having the vegetables but going out every morning and tending the plants. I notice with pride every little green shoot and spotting my first green beans, filled me with delight. I even talk to them! ( just a few words of encouragement… 😊)
Everywhere are curly headed babies, like little cherubs just dropped from a cloud,
Guitar, banjo and fiddle music fills the air while dogs of every description are welcomed,
and the fresh faced little boys kicking a ball around in the grass remind me that there is a world of good people out there, quietly going about the business of earning an honest living and raising a family.
Something we won’t hear about on the ever increasing stream of pressing bad news.
The farmers growing heritage varieties of lettuce, radishes, potatoes, and flowers, and fisherman hauling wild caught fish from the coast are hard working folks with a love for the land and their independence. Only 2% of America’s farms are still family owned, the inverse proportion of our economy at the start of WW2.
In these unsettled times with scary supply chain problems and factory farms, knowing and supporting your local food producers may be one of the wisest things you could do.
It can be tough to stay informed and be prepared, while following the instructions found in Phillipians 4:8 “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
For me, being out in the sun, hearing straight -from -the -horse’s -mouth advice on which seeds are best to grow now and catching up with old and new friends is just the ticket!
Hope you don’t mind a return appearance on this popular post! Because of a series of emergencies over the weekend, and unexpected travel, my priorities had to shift a bit this week!
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Wow how good everything looks there You are Blessed Anita...we have nothing much here unless its miles away and I dont like to drive far at my age...TY so much..