One of my very favorite things about Austin is the plethora of Farmers' Markets we have. I've got markets close enough to bike to on Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday! I am a staunch supporter of independent farmers and, besides all that what I believe bruhaha, I just love going to them. There is something so magical about meeting the person who grows your food...shaking his/her hand...listening to them talk about the food...meeting the families. I love the faces of all these young people who are going back to the farm to get in touch with something that has been lost. I love people-watching while I'm there. The most interesting looking folks go to the markets! I love all the children running amok. Most of the markets here in Austin also have live music and that lends yet another element of sweetness to them. I love gathering my mishmash of canvas bags, climbing on our bikes, making sure we have lemonade money and heading out. It's a ritual that our family really looks forward to. I swear I get all teary when I think that part of my child's memories will be these market jaunts. (I don't get so teary when we're on our way to Chuck E. Cheese, but I'm sure those are good memories for him too!)
So, all this pontificating is leading to my telling you (and myself... again!) that I am giving up on a damn summer garden. It's absolutely ridiculous for me to use so much water and spend so much time in this heat when I can hop on my bike with my family and support my local farmer who really, really needs me. My garden this year was just a disaster and I think, perhaps, deep down inside I am glad because I'm ready to give this up for good. Fall garden? Oh, yes, indeed! I could eat lettuce and spinach allll day long and I am looking SO forward to the cool temps of fall and winter and the bounty that that season gives us. (Woah, that sounded really smarmy. Let me try again.) Dude, I am so all about fall gardens and totally over this summer crap.
Look at my poor tomatillos.
The ones that stayed green never got bigger than large acorns and the ones that plumped up turned brown instantly.
The tomatoes got hit early by bugs and squirrels. There was a small crop of cherry tomatoes, but, my god, I had to water 17 times a day to keep them alive. I'm not a fall tomato grower so ... I'm about to pull them. It's too sad to watch them die of thirst. I'd rather just Boleyn them.
Tangled mass of half-dead, half-alive cherry tomatoes. I need a Miracle Max pill as they are mostly dead.
WTF, right? Strawberries once lived in here.
Maybe I'll go into the sunflower market! I have so many bird feeders in my yard that the sunflowers are about taking over. Bird eats seed. Bird poops seed. Flower grows. Miracle!
Look at that sweet faced thing. Isn't she so pretty?
We go to The Triangle Farmers' Market on Wednesday, the Burnet Road Market on Thursdays or Saturdays and sometimes the HOPE Market on Sunday.
Come and support your local grower...they'll really truly appreciate your business. Don't forget your lemonade money!style="border:none;