Farmer’s Market


Spring at the farmer’s market.
Pent up enthusiasm for the new harvest
resulting in a  scamper to gather up
of lettuce crisp with
the flavor of sunshine and showers.
Reaching for freshly gathered eggs, 
their softly tinted shells
protecting richly hued yolks.
The stalls will groan with
towering piles of produce
as the summer gathers steam,
but the joy of the early market
with its current treasures
and the promise of the largess to come
is its own reward on a lovely day in Spring.

About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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