My sister and I set up a table at the Farmer's Market yesterday. It was a beautiful day, temperatures in the upper fifties early, warming only to the low eighties. The sky was cloudless, and that deep, rich shade of azure blue we only see in autumn. The early crowds were light, and we were doing more talking about pepper-ology than selling; but that's part of the fun.
I looked up at one point and saw what looked to be a two large collards walking briskly towards us. As they got closer, a woman's face appeared between them. Her head was covered in brightly colored curlers, wound tight in her hair. As she paused in front of our table, she shifted the collards to one arm, and balanced them on one hip. She tapped her lips with one finger and asked about the heat and flavor of various peppers. This was a serious customer, and we both sat up straighter as we answered. As she paid for her carefully considered selections, I teased her a bit about those collards. She snapped her purse shut, and looked up as she turned to leave. Suddenly her whole face lit up, and she proudly said, " My son is coming home from Iraq today, and I'm going to have every one of his favorite foods ready for him!"
Then, be-curlered head held high and collards to the fore, she walked briskly around the corner to the booth selling black-eyed peas.
I looked up at one point and saw what looked to be a two large collards walking briskly towards us. As they got closer, a woman's face appeared between them. Her head was covered in brightly colored curlers, wound tight in her hair. As she paused in front of our table, she shifted the collards to one arm, and balanced them on one hip. She tapped her lips with one finger and asked about the heat and flavor of various peppers. This was a serious customer, and we both sat up straighter as we answered. As she paid for her carefully considered selections, I teased her a bit about those collards. She snapped her purse shut, and looked up as she turned to leave. Suddenly her whole face lit up, and she proudly said, " My son is coming home from Iraq today, and I'm going to have every one of his favorite foods ready for him!"
Then, be-curlered head held high and collards to the fore, she walked briskly around the corner to the booth selling black-eyed peas.