Neither cool weather nor cloudy skies could keep us from opening day at our neighborhood farmers’ market.
Fresh, local produce in mid-March!
This is our first year here, so we’re grateful to the Rogue Valley Growers’ Market for gathering such bounty.
Who could guess that harvesting begins so early in this great valley?
We’re grateful to all the producers who filled our bag with fresh, organic kale and salad greens.
We’re grateful to the growers who had bedding plants for flower and vegetable gardens.
Living in an apartment limits our desire to plant and grow and tend the food we want to eat, so it’s a luxury to meet real growers with neat rows of plants ready for local gardeners.
It’s a luxury too, in mid-March, to buy sweet, sun-dried tomatoes carefully prepared by a family only a few miles away.
It was a real treat to sample fresh baking from another family farm. There’s something about eating a fresh-made turnover outdoors that makes spring seem possible, even under wintry clouds.
We’re blessed to live in a valley with old redwoods and ponderosa pines, with white-water rivers and salmon streams, and fields as far as the eye can see.
There’s still snow on the mountain peaks here, but everywhere, we see blossoms and verdant signs of spring.