My alarm sounded at 4:18am. Just five more minutes. Why was I getting up this early? I peeled one lid open and stopped the noise, and searched for my glasses. I looked at my phone again, and remembered. Time to pick the radishes.
And just like the that, farmers market season has begun. The last time I’d assembled all the stuff (the tent, coolers, tables, bags, scale, rubber bands, dry erase board, tablecloths, and don’t forget the honey!) was maybe August 2012. Continue reading “Time to pick the radishes: a homecoming”