I really love farmer’s markets and I think a big part of why I love them so much comes from my grandparents. I told you that growing up I lived right across the street from them, but what I didn’t mention is that their backyard had fruit trees, a rhubarb patch, and a small but really lovely garden (I’m going to have to search for some photos of their backyard).

I have a lot of memories of that backyard and almost all of them involve food. That was the first place I ever drank out of a hose and that was because I had just picked some carrots with my grandfather and we were using the hose to wash the dirt off of them. I used to take my Barbies down to the rhubarb patch and play with them there while pretending they were in a rainforest. I also remember (and don’t judge me here, I still feel badly about this) picking up peaches with my somewhat older cousin and THROWING THEM into the neighbor’s pool while trying not to get caught. I have no idea what drove me to do that – maybe my cousin was a bad influence. I’m sorry about that, Mr. Roan. I have no idea what got into me, and thank you for letting us still swim in your pool after that incident.

I remember the garden with all of those tomato plants in the cages, the carrots fresh from the ground, and the flowers all planted at the end so that my grandmother could have fresh flowers during the summer. Those are some pretty great memories. I miss that garden, and my grandparents, but the memories I have of those moments are what make me love farmer’s markets today and for that I will always be thankful.