Have I mentioned I love the Farmer’s Market?
Fresh veggies, farm to table produce, the ice cream truck parked next to live music on display; the grassy knoll and the little pond housing 100’s of tiny bright orange fish. Oh, the things they can learn! Food comes from the earth, varies from season to season and can show up right on your dinner table! People can actually make things with their own hands and get paid.
“Kids! It’s Farmer’s Market Day!” “Yea!!!! Farmer’s Market Day!” I pull into the Town Hall parking lot and turn off the car. As I snap the bucket seat into the stroller I turn around using my adult voice and say: “Okay guys I hope you’ll help me pick out some fresh strawberries and maybe some salad and corn for dinner tonight, wouldn’t that be fun? Kids?” They are 10 yards away finishing off a pint of strawberries. I run over and look sheepishly at the woman standing behind the antique cash register. Ah, I guess we’ll take 1 pint of strawberries please.
“Mommy! Can we get ice cream!?” Ok, 1 ice cream each and that’s IT for sugar treats. We’ll find a little spot on the grass to eat. [1.5 minutes of sitting passes] “The grass itches – jumping up – I’m thirsty can I have some water?” “Yes. Water. Water. Where would I find water….no water? Seriously? Only lemon sugar-ice? Okay fine. 2 Dell’s Lemonades, please.” “Yea! More treats!”
Walking past the craft section I feel a tug on my shirt “Can we get a water balloon Mommy!?” There’s a 9 year old selling “water balloons” the size of my pinkie nail and shouting: “1 for $3 or 2 for $5!” Alright. 2 water balloons please. Do you guys want to ride the ponies? You can go on together. The woman selling pony rides responds, “They cannot go on together.” Mkay then, 2 rides for $10, please.
“Can we get something to eat?” You need protein, how about a hot dog? And don’t just eat the bun.
After only eating the bun we saunter over to the fresh veggies. What looks good for dinner? I ask them with my back turned towards the lettuce. “Corn! Let’s get corn!” they shout merrily. The woman at the veggie stands responds, “Sorry, no corn yet.” What happened to knee high by July?
The kids are now eating cherry tomatoes at will from 4 different bins. We’ll take the cherry tomatoes please. Yes, all 4. No we don’t really need 100 tiny tomatoes but I won’t sleep at night knowing my kids left you with partial tomato bins. Also, any chance your farm uses organic spraying?
“Face painting!!” In this heat? It’s going to melt. Fine 1 rainbow and 1 Frog. I’m sorry I thought you just said 1 rainbow and 1 frog is $20 I must not have heard correctly? Oh. Oh, okay. The kids are headed towards the pond and I’m mulling over my now empty wallet.
Not too far guys! No put your shoes back on! Don’t stick your toes in the pond EWW. Okay just one toe. Not the whole foot. Definitely not your nose! No noses in the pond!
On the ride home covered in ice cream, face paint, lemonade, ketchup, and dirty pond water I ask them if they had a fun time while contemplating taking out a 2nd mortgage to fund our little trip.
“Is it dinnertime?” they reply. “We’re starving.”
Sure, I say. We’re having Mac & Cheese with 4 sides of tomatoes.
Have I mentioned I hate the Farmer’s Market?