Actually, I know what I will miss the most, the people. My two favorite young farmers are contemplating some big changes for next year and it makes me sad to think they might not be "my" farmers next year. The vendors and people who shop regularly at the farmers' market become a little community. We care about what happens to one another. I overheard one farmer ask after the health of a woman's husband this morning, and a shopper inquire after the health of a farmer's husband. We talk, we get to know one another, it is personal not industrial. That's a big part of ethical eating for me--knowing where my food comes from and knowing that they have values like I have and that those values protect the earth, protect the community, and foster relationships.
|full freezer, very full|
Things are heating up, even as the weather starts to cool down. Fall is my favorite time of year and while Fall in Spokane is much more like a New England fall than anywhere I have lived in the last ten, fifteen years, I am happy to get some time in New England this fall. Until the east coast then--