This isn’t a bad way to be greeted when you head into the Farmer’s Market from the Train Depot. And they smell lovely. Add music floating on the breeze from the gazebo, and you’ve got the beginnings of a fantastic morning.
Red gingham and friendly chatter are about as abundant as the produce. It felt a bit like walking onto a grandma’s big, old porch at a family reunion – without your crazy uncle (aunt, cousin, etc.) there to make it awkward. The chickens right outside the pavilion really made it feel homey.
The first thing I came upon was blackberries. And my hips really need that cobbler like a hole in the head, but man, it looks good! The farmer that grew these, Ray Honea, says this year is the best crop he’s had since he planted the orchard in 2009. He grows and harvests two acres of blackberries, then become an “expert stirrer” for his wife as she makes the jam and cobblers. That cobbler’s made with butter, by the way. I think I might have gained a pound or two just standing there. I think next time I’ll save my behind and skip over to the handmade totes and kitchen towels.