Days are Getting Shorter (New Poem by Polly Castor with Photos)
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
Going to the farmer’s market is a highlight of our week and I can’t recommend it highly enough.
I’m not sure what it says about me, but you can take me to any amount of highbrow cultural events, but I’ll like a farmer’s market the best of all. There is something in the mix of colors, shapes, people, flavors, potential, and hopefulness at one that I find irresistible. The one in Old Town … Read more
I love the farmer’s market. Not only do I love buying what I eat locally from someone I know, not only is the food fresher and more flavorful, but it is gorgeous. To consider the beauty, bounty, and variety of food that exists for our use, nourishment and pleasure, I think says volumes about the … Read more
Have you looked at the Lion’s Mane mushrooms and wondered what to do with them?
This little jaunt to Portland was a perfect end to a marvelous Maine getaway.
I love the colors, shapes, flavors, possibilities, juxtapositions, and moral integrity of the farmer’s market.
This Saturday pilgrimage keeps me creative and nourished. I’m so grateful for it!
I can see how these weekly visuals totally effect my art, can’t you?
We bought that 37 pounder in the last two photos from the Farmer’s Market, after seeing it two weeks in a row; I loved the massive stem and its overall stalwart attitude, so it now graces our front step to cheer us on our way.
At the beginning of the month, I posted pictures of our farmer’s market, but now that the produce is so different, I thought I’d share some updated photos.
But maybe more than anything, I love the people there, and the amazing opportunities for juxtaposing colors and shapes in effortlessly inspired composition.
I love a farmer’s market anywhere, but it was fun to be at one in Maine off season with just the locals there.