I didn’t really want to go to the farmer’s market.
It was one of those days when my mood could best be described as “gray.” Despite how hard I was trying to be positive, negative thoughts kept bouncing through my head. After going on my weekly shopping trip with my sister, I had nothing left to spend at the farmer’s market. And though I was biting my tongue at half the things I wanted to say to my sister, I wasn’t biting it frequently enough. My gray mood was spreading to my sister and daughter.
But I had made special arrangements so that I could go to the farmer’s market. A friend was picking my son up from school, and my sister and I had even changed our shopping day so that I’d have an opportunity to check the market out. So I swallowed my grayness and pulled up behind the Ooltewah Nursery, where a handful of farmers were set up with their produce.
As soon as I got out of the car, I noticed one of those farmers was a friend I had been trying to contact. Forgetting my grayness, I called out her name and chatted for a bit. As we were talking, I heard my name being called out and turned to see another friend who had been on my mind. Half an hour later, I hadn’t moved past the first booth as friend after friend had grabbed my attention.
When we finally moved through the booths, collecting information from each of the farmers for my list of local producers (which I’ll be posting here next week), I chatted briefly with several friendly folks. As we circled past the last booth, i noticed something. My sister, my daughter, and I were all smiling. The farmer’s market had lifted our emotional clouds.
I can’t wait to go again! Next time, hopefully with a little money to spend.