“Drums please”. So begins “Summertime” by DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince, one of the catchiest and, in my and my boys’ opinion best, songs of all time. “Break to ya crib, change your clothes once more ’cause you’re invited to a barbecue that’s startin’ at 4”. If a better sentence about summer exists I’m not aware of it. If that song (to me at least) represents all that’s good about summer lyrically, then I’d have to say Farmer’s Markets does the same job for other senses.
My family and I are market folks and I don’t think a weekend passed this summer without one of us sneaking in a market somewhere. All those fruits and vegetables and venders combine to make a rich and satisfying summer brew of sights, flavors and sounds. And touch, too. Can’t forget about touch. Tough to beat the feel of a late season eggplant. Uff da. (The above LoveTree Farmstead Cheese and Bogart Loves Bakery are two of our favs.)
But this blog is more about handwriting than swiss chard so on we go. For me, the handwritten signs are as much a part of the overall market experience as the produce and people. Every market day those folks get out the chalk to tell the rest of us what’s good and fresh. The hand that writes each sign is unique – as can be the spelling – and is always changing just as what’s on offer is constantly changing week-to-week.
So when summer ends and we’ve been to our last market (Kingfield Market Oct. 30 was ours) I guess there’s a little bit of sadness. No more pea shoots or mini donuts for another 6 months. Sigh. But on the bright side, with shorter days comes more time indoors and that means, hopefully, more time with a pencil or pen and paper. I don’t have a musical bone in my body but if I ever write the song “Wintertime” the opening line will be “Pencils please”.