The beauty of the harvest...and the enthusiasm of both the buyers and sellers---the festive air of the crowd, despite the suddenly grey and foggy day---well, it made me happy.
A very good thing.
The market has temporarily relocated from Union Square [a Con Ed repair truck parking lot right now, as Con Ed is actually repairing the city's power sources...] uptown about eleven blocks to Madison Square. I expecyed the market to be IN the park but instead it fills the street and sidewalks surrounding the park.
Color coordinated vegetables! Like a culinary rainbow.....
Buckets of cedar chips----for winter sachet hea\rts, right? Cool, all natural and authentic. I liked the cedar tree trunk disks too.
NYC is a very small world in many ways. I ran into people I know, including a flea market vendor later in the day, next post. And the woman with the sheep...and her gorgeous handspun yarns. I used to buy mitten yarn from her when my kids were very tiny and we lived in our loft in Brooklyn Heights.
[sorry for the really bad photo. I loved how the yarn was in tin buckets in her booth.]
Of course some lovely wool yarn came ''home'' with me again this time!
If you lived here, every weekend you could come here, be inspired, try an exotic new recipe a new wine or cheese....luxuriate in our farmlands' bounty.
Somehow I neither bought cheese or photographed it and oooh, my, the cheeses are to die for. The market returns Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays so perhaps I will have another chance?
gone to the beach