Our local Farmers’ Market started up again here in my hometown of Moscow, Idaho, and that got me to thinking, do all of you know how wonderful farmers’ markets are?
First of all, they’ve been around forever. Since ancient times, farmers have been selling their produce and other goods to people. But in the last 20 years, there has been a significant resurgence.
Secondly, you can find a farmers’ market in practically every country and every community around the world.
Seriously—mountains, beaches, deserts … anywhere there are things that grow and people who eat.
The best part is the personal touch of a farmers’ market. Here’s what my family would bring in from our garden when I was a kid.
After I grew up (and of course bought a farm) and took my crops to town to be sold, I loved seeing who my veggies were going home with. When I have my consumer hat on, I love meeting the farmer who grows my food.
Buying direct from the person who planted and harvested your food is like sharing a meal with them. And that’s kinda nice, isn’t it?
Plus, going to market is just plain fun. Many markets, ours included, have live music from local musicians, and creative local craftspeople selling all sorts of good things like yummy-smelling candles and soaps, sparkling jewelry, and funky clothes. But it’s about more than shopping, of course.
It’s about community: friends, neighbors, and families gathering in the warm sunshine of spring and summer.
(Speaking of sunshine, hopefully we’ll have more of that in Idaho soon.)
Most important, it’s about supporting your farmers … and getting piles of fresh, organic, locally grown food to feed your brood back home.
So, if you’re not already a regular at a farmers’ market, make it a point to go this summer. If you’re not sure where the closest one is, try looking online (www.localharvest.org) or calling the closest co-op or natural food store; they’re bound to know.
Get out and get local, girls. Farmers’ markets are a fantastic way for a farmgirl to get fresh!
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My featured Merit Badge Awardee of the Week is … Debbie Klann!!!
Debbie Klann (debbieklann, #770) has received a certificate of achievement in Garden Gate for earning a Beginner Level Bee Good to Your Mother Earth Merit Badge!
“I am not known for having a green thumb; it’s more like a brown thumb! I also don’t have a lot of garden space anymore, but I decided last summer to start small and tuck in a few plants here and there where I could. I decided on zucchini and heirloom tomatoes.
Surprisingly, we had zucchini and tomatoes, and how delicious! I also found 3 organic sprays that I can mix to control aphids and mites, which I will use this year. I didn’t use any pest control last year, but I will have some ready in case this summer is different. I’m planning on using it on all of my roses. I also read the book, Montrose and enjoyed it. I don’t think I could ever garden on a scale such as that!”
Samson might inspire this in you, ladies … or Fabio. Possibly Jennifer Aniston … or Carrot Top. Marge Simpson, definitely. Crystal Gale? For sure.
book cover by Katalin Szegedi via Wikimedia Commons
Cafune
What is it? By now, you’ve figured out it’s something to do with the follicles atop one’s head. Specifically,
(n.) running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.
Pronunciation: ka-FOO-nay
So, it begs the question, do balding men inspire the same kind of odd behavior in those of us smitten with them? If we can’t run our fingers through the hairs of our beloveds, will a nice rub or caress do the trick?
Photo by Gage Skidmore via Wikimedia Commons.
Someone get Mrs. Bruce Willis on the phone. Tell her it’s an emergency of the cafune type.
sockdologer
One who dabbles in … er, sock collecting?
One who loves socks a bit too much?
Photo by Shuminweb via Wikimedia Commons.
noun, Older Slang.
Example: His right jab is a real sockdolager.
In other words, it’s a real doozy of a closing argument, getting the last word, or in today’s slang, a mic drop.
Lest we find ourselves giggling too much at our funny-sounding new word, let me bring you some sorrowful solemnity: sockdologising likely was nearly the last word President Abraham Lincoln ever heard. During the performance of Tom Taylor’s “Our American Cousin,” assassin John Wilkes Booth (who knew the play well) waited for the laughline,
“Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, you sockdologising old mantrap!”
Amid the noise as the audience responded in laughter and applause, Booth fired the fatal shot.
Sniffle. Well, now it’s my heart that feels unusually heavy … almost sockdolager-esque you could say.
Lincoln in ‘thinking pose’, 1862, via Wikimedia Commons
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5% of profits will benefit www.firstbook.org, a non-profit that provides new books to children from low-income families throughout the U.S. and Canada.
Here’s how:
MaryJane will post a photo and a description of a prop and its cost along with a few details as to its condition here: https://shop.maryjanesfarm.org/MaryJanesCurations. It’s a playful way to be the new owner of a little bit of farm herstory.
