Yes, Saturday was a walk to the farmers’ market. That’s right. A farmers’ market. In January. In Indiana.
The beauty of not owning a car is that to get anywhere you have to do a fair amount of self-propelling, and that’s what my son and I did Saturday morning walking to the monthly downtown farmers’ market. We also walked to the post office to mail a couple packages of Christmas gifts that we were unable to deliver in person because of a snowstorm on Dec. 26 (Boxing Day) and because of illness on New Year’s Day.
The produce at the farmer’s market was much thinner than a month ago. I was hoping to pick up some kale and Swiss chard. Instead, I get some romaine lettuce. I was hoping to get sweet potatoes. Instead, I got a rutabaga and a turnip.
Even with a dearth of produce, the place was packed. There were a lot of crafters there as well as bakers and meat sellers. I don’t eat meat, so that wasn’t of interest. The crafters didn’t appeal to me either. Maybe had I gotten there at 9 when it opened instead of about 11, the pickings wouldn’t have been so slim. Oh well, I’ll be back there next month.
The farmers’ market is located at our minor league baseball stadium in what the team calls the events center. The market is indoors. The ball field was covered in snow. You could see the outline of the infield in the snow, as well as the sandbags that are holding down the covering over the pitchers mound.
As for our walk, it was uneventful, though my son slipped and fell on some ice on the way home. He shook it off then announced that he hated winter and was going to hibernate from November to March next winter. We’ll see. All in all, we walked 4 miles.