“Jess gazed at the apples arranged in all their colors: russet, blushing pink, freckled gold. She cast her eyes over heaps of… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“It was Friday, so the farmers' market was in full autumnal swing, a sea of potted chrysanthemums and bushel after bushel of… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth went from stand to stand as if I wasn't there, exchanging cash for heavy bags of produce: pink-and-white-striped beans, tan-colored pumpkins… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Lou took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of just-cut flowers, fresh tamales from the food stands, and sunshine. She preferred the… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“These. Are. AMAZING," Caroline says around a mouthful of apple cider zeppole. We're at the Logan Square Farmers Market, and have eaten… — Stacey Ballis Copy Share Image
“At the last market of the season I still had produce to sell. My pumpkin vines had flourished, so I could lay… — Louisa Morgan Copy Share Image
