
Going to the farmers’ market as a young child was an adventure. My grandmother would take me and I enjoyed the social aspect of it. Farmers chatting with GrandMaman, so many knew her for she was a midwife and probably assisted many births in those farm houses. It was also a place appropriate to bargain at the local market and sometimes just listening to some of the bantering made it fun to be here with her. It’s sort of cool tagging along someone so well known, respected and loved.
Although we lived in town she still knew her fresh vegetables seeing as she had several gardens, flora and vegetables and she knew how to choose fresh meat. She would even test fish by taking a tiny piece raw and taste it to see if it was really fresh; I guess it is no surprise that I learned to eat a tiny portion of fresh extra-lean grown steak raw sprinkled with salt while she was making hamburgers. You have to remember that in those days we went to the butcher and saw him grind the fresh steak.
farmer’s market
old woman picks at the fish
it glared at her
© Tournesol ’15
I miss the farmers market atmosphere… I can’t wait until spring !
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there are so many in the city that are indoors partly so we do get to go for some produce and there are imports too but at the market you save on the overhead of huge stores
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Ours is theoretically inside (it’s covered) but the lack of heating makes it untenable for most sellers, and so a waste of time for buyers.
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(◕‿◕。) i wrote a fish haiku also
much love…
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Very fresh! A nice haibun to read, catching moments that had more charm and health than now
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Thanks, Hamish. It’s interesting that I seem to appreciate and savour those moments more as I get older.
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There is so much lost..and what once was open to everyone is now a luxury for few.
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I have to say that in a city like Montreal residents are fortunate to have many affordable markets across the city…and not just in trendy areas.
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