Saturday, September 13, 2008

loud rooftops and sagging umbrellas

[PREAMBLE: I noted the interview with Doug Moe in yesterday’s post. It’s on line now and you can read it here.]

A fearsome orange wheel, spitting shreds of bright color, turning counterclockwise across the TV screen, moving from the blue of the Gulf to the brown-green of the land. I fall asleep to this image and I wake up with it. Hurricane Ike has replaced hurricane-level political discourse on the news. I suppose everything has its good side.

Madison is far from the Gulf, but the dawn is gray here too, even though we wont get the Ike rains until later in the day. No Ike rains doesn’t mean no rain, and at 7 a.m., when the Westside Community Market is just setting up, the tents are sagging under the force of water. The farmers look up and make mental calculations of how much water a tent cover can take.


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We buy veggies and flowers and springs of mint for the water jug in the fridge, and we make passing comments on the rain. Josie Pradella of Terra Source Chocolates, a newcomer to the market (and a most welcome addition) tells me that you can’t fight the elements, you just have to float with what the weather brings and I smile at that, because it is far easier to feel at peace with the elements if you’re munching an aronia-filled (locally sourced!) chocolate at 7:15 on a Saturday morning.


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I'm thinking, too, that it helps to have a good pair of galoshes.


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I have been in tornado-like storms here, in the Midwest, and I know the throbbing noise of pounding rain and it should scare me, because moving through it ranks high on the list of dangerous things that I have done. But the sound of relentless rain reminds me more of drawing rainbows with colored pencils under the sloped roof that my grandfather built over the village house in Poland. I would listen for the claps of thunder and if there were none, I would keep drawing, endless pictures of setting suns and colorpacked rainbows.

The rain would pick up speed, and then slow down, and when finally, it would settle into a silent drizzle, we would step outside and smell the dampness. Never did it occur to me to call those days gray ones. Green, pungent, minty crisp.


Josie, of chocolate fame, is right to shrug at the clouds, the downpour, the sagging overhead umbrellas. It's raining. Umbrellas do sag. Besides, it doesn't feel all that gray at the market today, here in Madison. Wet, but not gray.


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5 comments:

  1. Wonderful article, Nina. Congratulations! You come through really nicely, full of all you have.
    Big hug

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  2. I so enjoyed reading the article!!

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  3. Congratulations Nina. What a great article! So positive. So enthusiastic. So cheerful. So you. I am so happy for you. It is always so gratifying to see a friend receive much deserved recognition.

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  4. raquel, shelby, dande -- thank you. Readers like you make this Ocean enterprise completely wonderful.

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  5. I didn't see the chocolate lady there on Saturday -- but the Amish Egg sellers weren't around :( So I just got milk and some melons and left. Next week I'll check out the chocolate.

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