Or why I love Farmers Markets.
I've been going to the Farmers Market for years now. Two summers ago, I bought an heirloom tomato seedling from the Myrtle Creek garlic people. Admittedly I bought it for the name - Arkansas Traveller, which is the name of one of my favourite Michelle Shocked albums. However, it also grew the most delicious tomatoes. Last summer, when the garlic people turned up at the markets again, I asked about the Arkansas Traveller, and whether they had any plants this year. Sadly, they didn't have any for sale, but had one planted in their garden and when it fruited, Josh brought me in a bag of these pinky red beauties.
This summer, when I spied the familiar Myrtle Creek sign up at the markets, I wandered over to buy garlic. 'Hello' said Josh "I've got a tomato plant for you!". And sure enough, the following week, not one, but two Arkansas Traveller tomato seedlings were passed over to me.
Some one I don't know, who doesn't really know me, thought about me during the year and planted out tomatoes for me. That's why I love farmers markets.
The Arkansas Travellers and now tucked into the new vege bed and are madly flowering. This year, I will find out how to save seeds so I can grow my own next year.
Here are gratuitous vege garden pics. Do you think I over planted?
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