Greetings,
Tomorrow Wednesday, August 17th, is your CSA Week # 11 delivery. Listed below are the expected harvest items for your vegetable shares.
As many of you know, we have been participating in (3) Farmer’s markets in Suffolk County on Fridays and Saturdays for the past few years. Every season, each market brings a different group of customers to our farm products.
This past Saturday morning, just before the deluge of rain, (5 ” on our rain gauge as of this afternoon), I was at the Northport Farmer’s Market as I usually am, where I had an interesting brief encounter with two customers. They were in conversation with each other as they purchased a beautiful head of Green Romaine for $3.00. “Yes, it looks quite fresh and tasty”, one remarked as she handed me a $20.00 bill.
As you may know, Farmer’s market transactions are mostly cash with a few checks. In order to service customer’s purchases, I wear a short change apron around my waist where I hold my cash. There are three pockets where I have Dollar bills in one pocket, Five dollar bills in another and Tens and Twenty dollar bills in the third. As I went from pocket to pocket, retrieving the appropriate $17.00 in denominations of (2) ones, a ten and a five dollar bill, both followed my hands and movements with great interest as I suspect they were new to this market and cash type transaction. I said “Thank You”, as I handed them their bag and change. They both seemed to be amused as they turned away with one commenting to the other that, ” I guess that’s what they do for change at these Flea Markets“.
It took me an moment to realize what they said before I called out, “Hang on there, this is a Farmer’s market, and I’m a Farmer !”
To my surprise, they kept walking, apparently, because they did not hear me, or they were still in conversation with each other. I continued speaking out to them to make sure they understood me and to inform them that, “This isn’t a Flea market because I’m a Farmer not F.Lee.”
This was one of those times where I just wanted to turn over and ‘hit the snooze button’ on the alarm clock. I can hardly believe the stuff that comes out of my own mouth sometimes. Needless to say, I did not pursue it further as they continued walking away from our market stall.
Be Well,
F. Lee & Karen