Closing time for the Healdsburg Farmers Market …
I joined my friends Jennifer and Sarah this past Saturday for a trip to the Healdsburg Farmer’s market. After a long week at the office logging hours and energy, I need a break from the mundane and the Farmer’s Market always feels like the perfect transition into the weekend.
It amazes me when I visit the Healdsburg Square these days how limited parking is. It seems like not so long ago parking was plentiful. These days it’s like trying squeeze in to a spot on Fillmore Street in San Francisco.
I guess this is what happens as one ages … time flies by at lightning speed and the years start to feel like passing days. I guess parking has been tight for a while now, a few years. Anyway, I digress … the Farmer’s Market.
Our farmers market is really full of farmers and their trucks and their fresh, seasonal, and sustainably grown produce from farms mostly within a few miles of the Plaza. Walking the few isles, one can find fresh flowers, honey, different varieties of cheese and olive oil, meats, sausages, breads, fresh eggs, chocolates, pastries and of course, fruits and veggies.
I have to say this past visit revealed that the seasons are changing and that the market is winding down as old father winter descends upon us.
Perhaps this is how a Californian marks a season change … no snow or ice storms. No chains for the car or winter screens for the windows. Instead, our farmers go home, our roses are pruned back and our Farmer’s Markets close down.
That said Sarah was able to find her dinner staples … yes, we were really there to purchase food to prepare a meal.
I joined my friends Jennifer and Sarah this past Saturday for a trip to the Healdsburg Farmer’s market. After a long week at the office logging hours and energy, I need a break from the mundane and the Farmer’s Market always feels like the perfect transition into the weekend.
It amazes me when I visit the Healdsburg Square these days how limited parking is. It seems like not so long ago parking was plentiful. These days it’s like trying squeeze in to a spot on Fillmore Street in San Francisco.
I guess this is what happens as one ages … time flies by at lightning speed and the years start to feel like passing days. I guess parking has been tight for a while now, a few years. Anyway, I digress … the Farmer’s Market.
Our farmers market is really full of farmers and their trucks and their fresh, seasonal, and sustainably grown produce from farms mostly within a few miles of the Plaza. Walking the few isles, one can find fresh flowers, honey, different varieties of cheese and olive oil, meats, sausages, breads, fresh eggs, chocolates, pastries and of course, fruits and veggies.
I have to say this past visit revealed that the seasons are changing and that the market is winding down as old father winter descends upon us.
Perhaps this is how a Californian marks a season change … no snow or ice storms. No chains for the car or winter screens for the windows. Instead, our farmers go home, our roses are pruned back and our Farmer’s Markets close down.
That said Sarah was able to find her dinner staples … yes, we were really there to purchase food to prepare a meal.
Well, Sarah was anyway.
Jennifer and I were more into the flowers.
So true. I can't believe the Healdsburg Farmer's Market closes! We have at least three that go year round in Seattle (not counting Pike Place) and our weatehr is horrible!
ReplyDeleteI know, I am surprised, too! But as we witnessed last weekend, it seems the inventory was a little light.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me (almost) tear up. I love farmers markets and even more so thinking about attending one in Healdsburg. Oh so lovely. Healdsburg reminds me of those cute little towns you see in the Hallmark movies.
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