I missed last Saturday's market. Wait, what I mean is that I missed being at the market and I'm pretty sure I spent more time than I should have wondering what I was missing. When I stopped to think about it, it was a bit funny because I've only been going to the market every weekend since June 8.
In seasons past, even though I loved having the market right downtown, I did not get there every weekend. Until last summer, I frequently worked weekends and felt lucky when I could get to the market at all.
Over the past few weeks, I've been so excited to get to the market on Saturday mornings that I spring out of bed at all kinds of odd hours. For a while, I thought it had something to do with the fact that I was new at the market manager position and wanted to make sure things went well. But over the weekend, I visited my mom and I finally made the connection – when I was a youngster, Saturday was market day.
That was before supermarkets sprang up everywhere and stayed open all hours of the day. It was before the farm to table “movement,” when farm to table was pretty much the only way food moved. It was back when you got up early to get to market before everything got picked over and vendors got up even earlier to bring you the very best they had to offer. Things just weren't flown in from across the globe.
I loved market day. I loved the colorful assortment of fruits and vegetables and the fragrant bunches of herbs. I loved vendors offering me samples of sweet, juicy fruit and giving me a chance to be part of the decision as to whether their goods would end up on my family's table. I loved traversing the market to find favorite vendors. I loved all the activity – the hustle and bustle. I guess I still do.
That's what makes Saturdays at Hudson Farmers Market so special and that's why I'm so excited to get there on Saturday morning.
See you on the green Saturday,
Audrey Hylton, Market Manager
[email protected]
In seasons past, even though I loved having the market right downtown, I did not get there every weekend. Until last summer, I frequently worked weekends and felt lucky when I could get to the market at all.
Over the past few weeks, I've been so excited to get to the market on Saturday mornings that I spring out of bed at all kinds of odd hours. For a while, I thought it had something to do with the fact that I was new at the market manager position and wanted to make sure things went well. But over the weekend, I visited my mom and I finally made the connection – when I was a youngster, Saturday was market day.
That was before supermarkets sprang up everywhere and stayed open all hours of the day. It was before the farm to table “movement,” when farm to table was pretty much the only way food moved. It was back when you got up early to get to market before everything got picked over and vendors got up even earlier to bring you the very best they had to offer. Things just weren't flown in from across the globe.
I loved market day. I loved the colorful assortment of fruits and vegetables and the fragrant bunches of herbs. I loved vendors offering me samples of sweet, juicy fruit and giving me a chance to be part of the decision as to whether their goods would end up on my family's table. I loved traversing the market to find favorite vendors. I loved all the activity – the hustle and bustle. I guess I still do.
That's what makes Saturdays at Hudson Farmers Market so special and that's why I'm so excited to get there on Saturday morning.
See you on the green Saturday,
Audrey Hylton, Market Manager
[email protected]
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