Hats off to you guys, the vendors-farmers at the Westside Community Farmers Market here, in Madison. Second night of frost and this time, it was no superficial pat of cold. It was the real thing. A slap, a kick where it hurts. I knew it when I biked in the morning. My knuckle cracked.
So maybe hats on, farmers. And bottoms up. Or thumbs up. (Am I getting my cheers right? They’re awfully anatomical.) To the good crop, to your relentless efforts. Thank you.
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