I was out early this morning. I had to run some errands and was on the hunt for sweet corn. I spotted the sign for our local farmer's market and made a quick right turn. It is a muggy, overcast day here on the Rock River.The market is just a short distance from the river. It is a small market...like our town. People come from our local farms to set up their card tables and the back of their vehicles to sell their wares.These people are hearty people...familiar with hard work and the weather didn't scare them away.
This morning I could buy eggs, lots of tomatoes, squash, onions, peppers, and the honey man was there. I love his honey for my tea. I think that it tastes better....just because I bought it at the market. A table was loaded with fresh baked goods. Breads of all kinds...and those wonderful homemade pies. The pie lady is a busy women. Everyone knows how much work goes into a homemade pie...and she must be a whiz. The basket lady was here too. She has a small shop in a nearby town and makes wonderful baskets. I drooled. There were crafts of all kinds. Birdhouses, canes, wooden ware for the kitchen, crochet, too much to list. I love talking to the people who have stands and also the people who shop there. Such a friendly summertime thing to do. I hope that this tradition keeps on going down through the years. I know that the small farms are vanishing, but I'm an optimist.... and have faith that there will always be someone selling at a market or along the road.
I went for corn, but none was to be found. They said it was too rainy and stormy today. We are leaving for yet another birthday party today...we'll look for it on the way.