Farmer’s Market Moves to Saturday Mornings in Front of Library

Posted on May 5, 2015 at 7:32 pm

When I was a little girl, my family planted a garden every spring. We lived in Eastern Montana where the summers are long and hot, and everything we ever planted grew. I remember going with my parents and choosing, with my sisters, the seeds we would grow each year. The smell of tomato vines, the sweetness of peas eaten straight from the plant, the deep, pollen yellow of squash blossoms – these are some of my earliest memories of food; food that I chose and food that I loved.

Farmers Market

 

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