[Note that I used the word "city" in the title of this post. I've been informed that Bend does indeed have an escalator; therefore by my own definition it is a city.]
I love farmers' markets. Who doesn't love farmers' markets? However, I'm very happy these days that I don't need to go to the Bend Farmers' Market any more. (correct possessive apostrophe of a plural noun there.) There's the small matter of parking, for one thing; getting there on time, waiting in lines, dodging the shiny happy families and so forth. Just saying.
The reason I don't have to go you-know-where is that a farm stand has opened two blocks from the house.
And it's a great farm stand.
Tomatoes that taste like my dad's eaten right there in his garden.
Big fat and little donut peaches.
Local berries, herbs, beans, potatoes, onions, beets, corn delivered daily right from the field. etc. It's thrilling.
And it's really local.
The best part? I can send Henry down with a backpack and a grocery list. I'm telling you, after nine years of doing it all myself, I'm finally reaping some payback. And it's character-building too.
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