The snow showers continued, the wind picked up, and everything outdoors seemed rather fragile.
Rushing past one stall, then another, I noted the concentration of root vegetables and the absence of such things as flowers and fruits and things that spoke of summer. Sigh…
So, a good soul would go up to each farmer, hand over a gift and say thank you. Because there were such tough days -- of bugs and heat and lately, of cold snow showers.
I didn’t do that. I stuffed onions and beets and celeriac into the basket and hurried home.
But here’s a quick wave to you. Hats off for a job well done. That is, my hat off to you. You keep your wool caps on. Until spring. See you then.
You rock. All of you.
