Headed for the island Farmers Market this morning, ostensibly to buy greens but really to get a hit of community. It’s kind of like a village square, but only on Saturdays during the summer.
Bought kale, red leaf lettuce, spinach and scallions from Chuck. We talked about Italian kale and how Nora’s doing. Chatted with Lynn about her raku pottery and got a compliment on my Bali-batiked top. We discussed the joys of “accidental” art mediums vs. tightly controlled ones. Got a hug from Joanna R. at the land trust booth; she thought I’d gone to PSG with Giving and Nora. She asked how the deck was coming along.
Bought some salad greens and carrots from the other organic farm, got another compliment on my top. Chatted a bit with Jill and Anne about the art for the fundraiser calendar (I’m volunteering my graphic services again). Got a quick hug from Thurid on her way out, exchanged smiles with a few others, had a nice long talk with John and Pat about alternatives to using round-up to remove weeds from a gravel driveway . . . “Uh, goats?” John suggested, with a twinkle in his eye.
Someone once asked him: “How do I get the clover out of my lawn?” “Change your attitude,” he replied. What’s wrong with clover in the lawn?
I told Pat how much energy the green smoothies are giving me, she sounded intrigued . . . doing my bit to spread the green smoothie gospel. Jean pulled over as I walked away and asked how I was doing; haven’t seen her since my dad’s memorial service last summer. She gave me the third compliment on my top and asked where I bought it. Downtown Emporium, of course, in Bellingham. My favorite store.
I walked away humming and smiling, oh how I love this island and this little community. Today wasn’t a day for rumors and gossip, the shadow side of small towns. Just smiles and hugs and laughter, and a canvas bag full of island-grown greens.