Scenes from the Daley Plaza Farmers Market
If you haven't noticed yet, i'm addicted to farmers markets (although i'm actually being much more moderate in my habits this year than in the past). I love buying locally grown produce and having my eating habits determined by the season. Peaches are my favorite food (followed closely by cherries), and every year i wait impatiently for the first peaches to arrive at the market and later grow mournful as their season draws to a close. Climate change is beginning to interrupt the pleasurably predictable rhythms of the growing season, with much of this year's peach crop lost because of 80℉ temperatures in March that made the trees blossom too soon and then be killed by the frost that followed. Now the drought is having an impact on the corn. One of the advantages of being at least somewhat of a locavore is that it makes you very aware of the fragile balance of the living world.
On a lighter note, i have finally decided to follow the AP guidelines and drop the apostrophe from farmers market. This has been bothering me a lot lately since i tend to use the words "farmers market" a lot more than the average person because of the aforementioned addiction. Until today, my tendency has been to write it "farmers' market," but the AP states that this is incorrect since the farmers do not own the market. Alrighty then, that's good enough for me!
