This wonderful little book was given me by a special friend three years ago after my Achilles surgery. It was (and still is) the perfect gift to help make the healing process bearable.
Today I opened to this page and had to laugh out loud as I thought about all the times I’ve stumbled across a farm stand or farmers market.
No matter where I go if there’s a market any where near it calls out to me. In addition to what is sold, there are beneficial messages. Always they give insight to an area’s culture.
A market may introduce exotic and unfamiliar products that deliver a new taste.
Sometimes a market stop makes me aware of the difficulty of some lives which touches my heart and makes me realize how fortunate I am. Whenever possible I make a little purchase hoping it might help feed a family that day.
In my Maine back yard, it is not uncommon to stumble across a farmers market in the middle of nowhere. Large or small, they are well supported as many Mainers value fresh and appreciate the effort of those hard working people who provide.
Beth’s is one of the larger markets and its goods tempt the senses all year long. Folks come from miles around to take advantage of an abundance of seasonal offerings.
Once found, it is impossible not to return. From my house it is slightly more than a 30 mile round trip which does make it real far(m) but worth the drive.
No matter where the market, the experience is rewarding. If stumbling across one is a way of being a wildflower, I’m all in!