To market, to market to buy a fat pig
Home again, home again, jiggety jig
It’s finally here! I open my eyes, half wishing I could lie in bed longer but it’s the day the farmer’s market moves outdoors, the day the opening time moves from 9 am to 8 am, and the thrill of what might be there rolls me out and gets me moving. There really isn’t any reason to rush; most vendors will still have plenty produce or product if I arrive at 8:45 instead of 7:45. But there’s something
wonderful about being there early (besides being able to find a parking place), so I bundle up against the still-winter-in-the-morning
air and arrive to the harbingers of spring. Walk with me! Enjoy!
You can’t buy a fat pig, unless you buy it in pieces, but you’ll have a good time. And if you get cold, we’ll stop for coffee and tea.