Farmers Market Sunday Open arms of sunshine Late this time of year

What season is this That peaches lay with oranges? In the California warm

Children dancing with the fiddle Or high above the onions On shoulders made for Small bodies.

Soft furry leaves capturing Purple round pendulous Eggplant With nothing but it’s sexiness to sell

Flowers still touched with morning dew Pour righteously from trucks Watsonville, Marysville, old western towns with orchards of almonds and Oranges Drenching our senses

We eat the freshly baked bread. gather baskets of berries and head back to our kitchens to give thanks.

Susie Harris November 2008

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