Monday, August 17, 2015
Each summer, I look forward to the local farmer’s market: fresh produce, connecting with the people who grow it, and trying something new. It’s such a treat, both the products that are available and the experience of mindfully making selections.
One Saturday morning, I took my sketchbook and wandered the market, making sketches as I went. A woman walked by with a bright green bag slung over her shoulder. Farmers stood in the shade of their tents, ready to help the next customer. A riot of sunflowers in a patch of sun, and plenty of trees to keep everyone cool. And the clocktower at the far end of the green. It is Hudson, after all.