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| The market manager took these pictures a few months ago. |
Today was Saturday, and so, in usual Saturday morning fashion, Will and I drove down to the local Farmer’s Market (about 40 minutes south) and sold pastured chicken for a few hours this morning. It was a chilly day, but the building we have market in during the winter is nice and toasty, and it always feels so festive with the bustle of vendors and customers, and all the colorful tables of fresh veggies, flowers, cheeses, breads, natural meats, honey, maple syrup, soaps, aprons, etc. It’s fun to see the community of the market, how it’s a place to bump into friends, share stories, swap recipes, get advice, and of course, decide on what to eat for dinner (Will always recommends pastured pork or chicken).
My favorite part, however, is getting to work side-by-side with Will and see him enjoying work he loves and is gifted at. Sometimes (especially on cold mornings) I contemplate pulling the covers over my head and going back to sleep rather than getting up at 5am to fill coolers with meat, but by the time we climb into the car I’m always grateful for the time I get to just chat and laugh with Will on the drive down, and the merry hours we get to spend together talking to people and selling something we worked hard to produce. Will is really in his element at market, and it always renews my admiration for him.
My favorite part, however, is getting to work side-by-side with Will and see him enjoying work he loves and is gifted at. Sometimes (especially on cold mornings) I contemplate pulling the covers over my head and going back to sleep rather than getting up at 5am to fill coolers with meat, but by the time we climb into the car I’m always grateful for the time I get to just chat and laugh with Will on the drive down, and the merry hours we get to spend together talking to people and selling something we worked hard to produce. Will is really in his element at market, and it always renews my admiration for him.
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