Since being laid off, I've been helping a friend during weekends at farmers' markets around town. I've learned a great deal about sustainable farming, local food, real food, and the flavors I'd forgotten, flavors so good that by comparison make produce purchased at the grocery store taste like cardboard.
My neighborhood has an antiques and feed store that recently launched its own farmers' market, on the first and third Sundays of each month. It's a wonderful idea for this spot to host a farmers' market and for the past couple weeks, I've been in countless conversations with neighbors all abuzz with excitement. This Sunday was our first to participate and it was a great afternoon of good weather, local food, and good locals.
Before I took off for the market, I texted about a zillion (okay, really 20) of my friends, asking them to stop by. A few did. Here's a picture of one of those friends. She recently got a motorcycle and I have no idea how I missed her roaring in, but I did. She bought a few things, put them in her bag and took off. I followed her out and took this shot. I think you'll agree with me when I say she's a pretty cool gal.