Farmer’s Market

I went to the farmer’s market this past weekend. Not just any farmer’s market, but the one that Portlanders refer to as the Mother of all farmer’s markets — the Saturday market at Portland State University. And it is well named, let me tell you.

The produce at the market is top quality. Check. Click on an image for a larger view.

 

 

The vendors are friendly and eager to answer questions. Check.

 

This vendor wasn’t selling sunflowers but doesn’t this display look more appealing with them?

We had to laugh when we saw these weapon-sized zucchini. Even the pros can let this squash get away from them.

 

It is very well attended. Check. The atmosphere is lively and fun. Check. I loved the pink outfit here, complete with cowboy hat!

The flower stalls were jammed with gorgeous flowers and the vendors couldn’t make the bouquets fast enough.

 

Many vendors are cooking meals to be consumed on the spot.

 

And that means being prepared for clean up, including receptacles for recyclables.

 

Local bakeries are represented. Two Tarts Bakery had some divine small cookies. And I loved the birds!

There are many buskers throughout the grove of trees — guitar, violin, etc. But when was the last time you encountered a harpist at a farmer’s market?

Or a fellow entertaining small children with his didgeridoo?

 

On the way to catch the streetcar home I got a laugh from a nearby bistro.

 

Fresh air. Great produce. Large servings of fun. What could be better? Support your local farmers. They are there for you. Bon Appetite!