May 6, 2010

Discovered TODAY at Fountain Park!

“I keep forgetting that you’re here on Wednesdays!” I said to the guy behind the Lockbriar Farms table in the park this afternoon. 

“So does everybody else,” he said.  And he was right.  The place was just about deserted.

But I’d had to stop to look closer at what he had, even though I had no money with me.  He only had about 5 different kinds of fruits and vegetables–I remember seeing bunches of radishes–but it was the huge, bright red strawberries that had drawn me over.

Lockbriar Farms is one of the vendors at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, but they are also there on Wednesday afternoons.  It was just after 4 when I arrived, and he was the only seller left.  (I believe there are a couple of others earlier).   Since it was just he and I, we had a chance to chat.  While he was telling me about his trip to Russia, another woman came along .  And that was when the breeze blew the aroma of those incredible strawberries right to where I was standing!  And that was when I also knew that I’d have to scoot back home as fast as my feet would take me to grab the $ 3 I’d need to get a box of those berries!  He’d already told me that 3 hours before his arrival at the park, those berries had been on the vines.  It was no trouble believing that was true; they were gorgeous, perfect, and the smell was to die for.  So off I trotted.

I could only find a couple of dollar bills, but I quickly grabbed 4 quarters, along with the dollars, and set out.  He had promised me a brochure, and I’d brought him a few of our’s, and then I chose my box.  “Make sure it’s a full one,” he told me.  So I did.  Mmmm.  I dug into the box right away and started eating them, one at a time, dirt and all.  (The dirt just adds a little crunch, and it gives the real farm feel for those who want to get the total experience.)  I restrained myself so that I only ate half of them.  After all, it would hardly have been fair to go back home with an empty box.  What would I have told my husband? 

My husband ate his strawberries for dessert after supper.  “Mmmm,” he said.

Two satisfied customers at the Wednesday Farmer’s Market in the park.  (Oh.  Make that three satisfied customers.  The woman I’d referred to earlier was a repeat customer.  She said she’d come back for a second box since there was another person in her house and she hadn’t wanted to share–which I totally understood.  I guess she had found a few more quarters than I had.)

The moral of the story:  don’t forget that there is an abbreviated version of the Farmer’s Market on Wednesday afternoons at Fountain Park in Chestertown.  And stock up on quarters.


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