cute girls getting started early on a tradition of Saturday morning at the market

The Lawrence Farmers market is as much about the people I see there, as it is about the things I buy there.  Like this young couple from Leavenworth.  Who I hadn't seen before, but my eyes were drawn to the oriental greens they had on sale, and then to the name of their farm, and finally to this farmer who clearly cares about what he is selling and wants me to enjoy it. 

And my friend from Pendleton's farm whose name I don't know, but is always smiling, and helped me pick out a blue false indigo for my garden. 

Or this couple whose peonies had my name written all over them.

Or the guitar player with the soulful, strong voice, who I could have sat and listened to all morning.

Then there are all the people who I don't talk to but I try to imagine what they are talking about. 

And I haven't even mentioned all these cute girls getting started early on a tradition of Saturday morning at the market.

I came home with a full basket and that extremely corny, good feeling inside that comes from connecting with your people.  On a weekend morning.  When the sun is shining. 

Comments

[jacki long]

Love it! ♥

[Heidi Sue]

I was thrilled to read this market post! The pictures of the couples made my heart skip a beat! You seemed to have captured their essence.

[Chris]

It all makes me want to be there. We have a very tiny farmer's market here, but I love it and can relate to your feeling of community. The only thing I can say to maybe make you a little jealous of the Franklin, Ma farmer's market is that our town winery sets up a booth!