Each Wednesday and Saturday morning from May to November I go to the farmers' market in town to do most of my shopping for the week. It's a great time to be alive. I feel privileged to partake of the abundance created by some very dedicated people.
Farmers' markets do more than put you on the right nutritional path. They also lift the spirit and help you sort out your values.
The transactions here are about more than food for money. You stop to chat with vendors and shoppers alike. You hear and learn people's stories. You form bonds.
This is the sort of community that we need to re-weave in this country after so much sprawl and scale.
On the way home I dash into the supermarket for those items I absolutely can't get at the farmers' market - lemons, avocados. The cavernous space feels alien, empty, and just plain wasteful. I am in and out of there as quickly as possible, having spent the fewest possible dollars.
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