Our local farmer’s market makes a few tables each week available to artisans who sell something other than produce. I’m packing up today, and will be there bright and early tomorrow with naturally dyed wool yarns and more.

I’ll have some indigo-dyed T-shirts, and indigo- and walnut-dyed cotton jersey infinity scarves, plus eco-dyed silk scarves.

And a few other fibery goodies.

I’m also taking small leaf-shaped willow trays.

They’re the right size for serving a wedge of the awesome cheese made locally.

And if there’s room, I’ll take a living willow planter or two.
Every time I’m at a farmer’s market, I think back to visits to my grandparents’ truck farm near South Bend, Indiana. Folks would drive out from town for U-pick strawberries and the best cherries in the world. My first “job” was to count or weigh tomatoes and sweet corn and make change.

This is a picture from when my dad was a boy, along with his grandparents, mom, aunt and cousin. Those are bushels of peaches.
It’s way too early to be thinking about peaches here (we had a fire going this morning to take the chill off, and this is June?). But the rhubarb and asparagus have sure been tasty. And I can’t wait to bring home some of my neighbors’ produce tomorrow.
Have a great weekend!