Oh, winter market. I’m in love. Not necessarily with this iteration of it, for reasons that will be apparent when I tell how the day went, but in theory? Winter farmer’s markets for everyone. Everywhere. I’d way rather buy from local farmers and food producers than even Whole Foods, and I’m glad my mainstream supermarket carries a good stock of local products. We’re here in the middle of farm country, but access is still an issue even in summer because we have no centralized market, and the disparate market days are tiny and all over the place. Make it easier and even more people will come!
Ahem. Well. I went last Saturday to the Winter Farmer’s Market in Wayland at Russell’s, toting both boys because my husband had to be somewhere. Also, it was Wool Day and there were several area wool/yarn producers there, and I love me some local yarn. I looked forward to this for weeks, and in that respect, I was not disappointed. Looky:
My older son loved the Angora rabbits one farm brought, and he had a great time looking at all the different kinds of plants and the koi pond.
He chose himself a skein from Bally Duff Farm of Harmony, RI:
I was chatting with the proprietor of Foxhill about how I was having trouble getting any variety in my yarn stash because I always gravitate toward the same colors, and she said everyone does that. They dither forever about what color to buy, and always end up leaving with something that matches what they’re already wearing. She said this to me while I was holding a skein of green/blue/purple that went exactly with my green winter coat.
I bought it.
Now, about this venue. The market itself was an excellent idea. The execution of the thing could scarcely have been worse. It was bad enough that it was 45 minutes away, on back roads, from my house. But I could have forgiven them that–not everything can be here in the center of the universe, of course–if the parking hadn’t been a nightmare of epic proportions, partly though not totally abetted by the metric ton of snow we’ve had this winter. And then when you get inside, it’s wall-to-wall people in narrow aisles, and incredibly stroller-unfriendly. This is not the environment in which you want to serve families seeking farm goods. It needn’t be a perfect monument to convenience. It would need only to be about 50% less of a hairball and I’d look forward to going every week.