Farmer’s Market
This morning I wandered down to the second-to-last Corvallis farmer’s market of the year. My dad had discovered this wonderful market last August, but I didn’t see it for myself until Twinkle took me last spring. In warmer weather it’s a wonderful, bustling area of fresh produce, live music, and all sorts of other interestingness. Today you could tell that most of the vendors have packed up shop for the year, the crowd was sparse and the only musicians were a harpsichordist and a sad old man playing his violin. I found some good-looking leeks, potatoes, and apples, but not much else.
Over the summer, Twinkle and I would get fresh lemonade, soysage, and eggs, and sit and people-watch while eating breakfast on a park bench, but those vendors are gone for the winter. I tried to get coffee, but the Espresso machine broke. The honey-stick lady we frequented was gone, as was the wonderful cheese vendor. Next weekend the market officially closes. At least when it re-opens in April, Twinkle will be back to enjoy it with.
