The Nyack Farmers Market was CROWDED this morning! Even though I got there ate 9:30, just one hour after it opened, I got the last bouquet of flowers from <a href=”http://www.hmff.com/” target=”_blank”> High Meadow Flower Farm. </a> I had to wait in line for my carrots, zucchini, cucumbers, radishes and beans at <a href=”http://www.bloominghillfarm.com/” target=”_blank”> Blooming Hill Farm </a> and at and for my blueberries and tomatoes at <a href=”http://www.theorchardsofconcklin.com/ ” target=”_blank”> The Orchards of Concklin. </a>
The problem with the market being crowded is also its virtue. It means that tons of people are buying food from local farmers, which I love. It means more people get to know the farmers that are growing their food, which is great.
And then there’s also the hello factor. I live in Nyack, and love that it’s a small enough village so that I know so many of the shopkeepers and the restaurant owners (OK, especially the restaurant owners). But going to the farmers market means saying hello not only to all the farmers, but to all my friends and neighbors, too. Friends of friends, friends of my parents, friends of the farmers Ã¢â‚¬â€ and even my own friends.
It’s all very communal, but it’s also all very “Year in Provence.” Really. The whole village sees you at the market Ã¢â‚¬â€ and sometimes I’ve just thrown on shorts and a baseball cap and I’m out the door. The saving grace is that it’s so crowded that I’m certainly not the only one!