For me, going to the farmers' market is always a pleasant experience, even in the cold wintry rain
, even when the summer crowds are big and people aren't always behaving
. I go for the quality of the produce, for the intimate experience of knowing where my food comes from, for the way a farmers' market makes me feel a part of my community. I go because I'll always run into friends and neighbors. I go for the extraordinary eggs that will sell out if I don't get there right as the market opens. I go because I want to support farmers who are growing a diverse variety of vegetables and are often experimenting with interesting new varieties or bringing back an old heirloom. I go for the stroll and the delight of shopping outdoors. And, it turns out, I go for the poetry.