The Kind of Community Not Typically Found in Checkout Stands

Today is farmer’s market day.  J. just went to pick up some essentials and I am at home with Max.  Over the past few months, the various vendors we go to would ask us questions about when the baby was coming. They even acted just as impatient as I was as the due date passed and he was still not here.  “Still no baby?  Better get moving!”  I loved it.  It made me feel like I live in a small town, where people notice if you haven’t been by in a week or two.

I can imagine that the various folks there are asking about us and J., ever the proud papa, is regailing them with stats and politely collecting their various pieces of advice about how the honeymoon will soon be over.  I can’t wait till I can do the rounds with him.

Now, if only the farmers market sold baby wipes!

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1 Comment

  1. Theresa said,

    December 28, 2008 at 3:09 pm

    Love it! We feel the same way about the dog park. Honestly, in today’s world, it is so nice to feel a part of a “community.” Now, if only OUR farmer’s market operated in December….


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