We did our fifth market last week,
and I have to confess, I was not so thrilled about the whole prospect. I think
even R was a little in my camp, and she’s usually pretty gung ho. First off,
the weather has been crazy. Not only have we been soaked with rain, but our
driveway got washed out a bit, and there was some question as to how the day
was going to be. Either torrential rain or stifling heat, no in between. It
makes for a terrible market because nobody shows up and we have to suffer
through the elements. I know, whine, whine, whine.
The forecast called for heavy
thunder storms, so we had it in our minds that we weren’t going to go, which
made us sort of happy. That’s a telling sign right there, isn’t it? The rain,
however, never materialized, and the sun came out. We reluctantly packed up the
car and headed into the big city, more out of a sense of obligation to follow
through on something you’ve started, but man was it hot. As a consequence,
business was sparse, as it’s been all season. Somehow farmer’s markets are just
not that popular, and I remember talking to someone in the early stages about
how she thought this area was going to experience farmer’s market fatique.
Whatever the reason, turnout has been disappointing, to say the least. You
could simply say that people aren’t buying our food, and I can agree with that,
but on the whole, there are less people coming to the market, no doubt. The
other vendors concur.
In the end, we did okay, but at
some point, you begin to wonder if it’s all worth the time, effort, and
anquish. It’s a lot of work, but you hold onto the hope that things will pick
up, if we could just get a break with the weather.
Then again, maybe some things just
weren’t meant to be. Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Brian Gurrola for the pic.
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