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Farmers Market

Farmer’s Market was ablaze with colors, textures, sound and produce. Not a lot of negotiating like the old days. People pay the price asked. The farmers who have sold everything begin loading up empty trays. Heading home for a little nap, since they have been awake since four a.m. Regular buyers, regular sellers, greeting each other, sharing stories. It is a bustle and rustle of activity. The happening place on Saturdays.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 9/9/2022 2:23:00 PM

I still frequently go to a farmer's market on Saturdays. My farmer friend Shane sets up each week. They do quite a business.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/9/2022 11:40:00 PM

I think they are great.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 9/9/2022 12:02:00 PM

Hello Caren, the farmer's market is always crowded with people. Early in the morning until noon. I use to be a vender at the market with my husband selling chocolates. Hugs.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 9/10/2022 11:10:00 AM

Hello Caren, It was fun to sell chocolates at the market. I heard all kinds of excuses of not wanting the chocolates. Some of the excuses were very funny. Hugs.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/9/2022 11:40:00 PM

I love the idea of selling chocolates.