Saturday, August 30, 2014


If you want to experience the almost-imperceptible-while-it's-happening shift in seasons, a farmer's market is the place. There are still piles of peaches and tables covered in tomatoes, but a man has brought apples down from the North Carolina mountains today. The eggplants are irresistible. You'll notice how hydrangeas have given way to a palette of pink and orange dahlias. It's a degree or so cooler, sun the golden hue of local honey. A tattooed young guy, so kind, sells the best bread you can imagine. Take some home.

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