Summer Celebrations ~ Farmer’s Markets and Vegetable Stands

Greetings Dear Reader,

I do not think that the farmer’s markets of my youth exist in this part of the world any longer.  If you want a glimpse of one there is a chapter about it in Sheetrock on the Road.  We have farmer’s markets now but they are more commercial and less rustic.

There are semi-permanent vegetable stands around the city and a twice weekly farmer’s market downtown.  One can find real roadside fruit and vegetable stands not too far outside the city.  The bounty of living in such rich farming country delights me.

It used to be that we counted on the land around us to sustain us.  The work of growing and preserving was vital to survival.  We have turned that into a system of preservation and import that is far removed from farmer and field.  We do not see as much connection between the earth and our lives as we should.

When I purchased fresh tomatoes and cucumbers for our salad last week from a vegetable truck the vendor explained to me the farmers who provide him with his stock.  He talked of the soil and history of the seeds that grew the plants.  As I enjoyed the salad and sandwiches that came from my farm-fresh vegetables I remembered my Grandfather’s farm and garden. 

One of our summer celebrations is the abundance of the earth in fresh vibrant food.  It causes me to remember some wonderful family times with my Grandfather and my Sons.  It teaches me to count the blessing in every piece of fresh fruit.  I will repeat the freshness process for dinner with my family this week.  I will renew my gratitude and increase my celebration of the warm days where light is turned to food.  How about you Dear Reader?  What is your celebration of fresh food?

Spanish Pipedream – John Prine

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face
I said "you must know the answer."
"she said, "no but I'll give it a try."
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why

We blew up our TV threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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