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A second set of pictures from the Saturday Farmer’s Market. The vendors are very gracious about my eyeballing their wares and in turn, I try to get in and out as quickly as possible and not interfere with their trade.

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Years ago (no camera,) I dithered just a little at an outdoor market in Toronto’s Chinatown and was roundly upbraided by a seller. While I could not understand a word of what she was saying, I’m pretty sure I was served a verbal slap-down.

I believe both my parents and children, as well as the horse I rode in on were included in her rant.

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Not a veggie, of course, but who can resist the soft blush of ripe peaches?

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My address book got hijacked this morning, so if you and I have ever exchanged e-mails, you might well have gotten an offer from me to save some Nigerian princesses or purchase cool medicines from Canada. I am so sorry. That wasn’t me.

I’ve been on the receiving end of those scam-o-rama messages and I find it particularly bizarre to hear from dead friends.  “Zowie! An e-mail from my dead friend Zelda! I wonder what she has to say about the afterlife?” And then I find out that apparently Zelda has been spending her down time selling penny stocks.

I guess there really is a Hell.

Saturday’s visit to the Farmer’s Market in a quasi-panoramic format, because I’m still playing with the odd-sized crops.
Ha! I get it: “crops” like photos and “crops” like produce.
Oh, Wabi Sabi, you need to back away from the middle-schoolers asap.

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Finally, just to show you what a gastronomically-diverse community we are:

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AND…the chef was Hmong.

Yes!  A cultural hat-trick!

If yesterday’s post was a poem writ in veggies, today’s is a full-throated  and deep-voiced  barrel-chested Pumpkin Song.

Of the 12 or 15 pumpkin pictures I took at the Farmers Market, I concentrated on the stems and tops.  Didn’t think about it.  Didn’t plan it.  Just did it and didn’t realize it until I downloaded  the pictures. If you want to play word association games and the word “pumpkin” gets lobbed at you, I think it’s a safe bet that you will fire back “Orange” or “Halloween” or even “Great” but I will wager that “Stem” doesn’t make the cut.

And finally, as a soft and graceful ending to this Pumpkin Song:

For the first day of Fall, an early morning visit to our local Farmers Market. Visual poetry in blazing color using vegetables as verbs.

Tomorrow: The pumpkins wrote poetry of their own.