I saw a giant cauliflower that I could barely lift, organic apples, fresh wild fish, and avocados so big I couldn’t close my hand around them. Somehow I managed. I am going to admit that the delicious strawberries that I bought made it only as far as my taste buds and not into my tote bag.
There are also retail stalls displaying flowers, clothing and jewelry. As I looked around at the bustle of vendors, farmers and shoppers, breathing in the fresh air, I realized that I could be in any market square across the nation or the world, and, for that matter, in any century.
An extra plus this particular day was spotting our La Cañada postmistress, who had convinced the U.S. Postal Service to set up a one-time post office table at the market to hand-stamp our outgoing mail with 91011, in honor of our ZIP code and the day’s date, an event that will not happen again in our lifetimes.
The Farmers Market and our Chamber of Commerce supervise the marketplace and it is a happy blend. I would like to see a handout listing all the vendors — perhaps with a description of their products. And there I would be the following Saturday, with my shopping list and another tote bag eventually full of goods. Or, more appropriately, goodies.
Parking is an issue. There are not enough spaces for this popular event. Newcomers may be somewhat discouraged and even veterans of the market may not want to walk around the corner and down the block with their bags full of supplies. Nevertheless, the trek is worth it.
Many of us of a certain age remember when farms were just outside the towns in which we lived. The whole family would crowd into the old car and make an outing of it.