Make Hay While The Sun Shines

If it feels like society is going down the crapper, we need look no further than farmers’ market to change our perception.

Flowers are at St. Lawrence Episcopal Church near Libertyville farmers’ market

I took my daughter to our favorite farmers’ market today and was amazed at how pleasant the experience was. Granted, they have spread the event over a entire park where it was once on just a crowded street.

What we saw was children running through a park, farmers kindly selling us veggies for our dinner paella, lemonade and crepe stands with smiling faces, and dog owners gently tossing treats to their beloved pets. I was delighted to sample the best chai I’ve ever had.

We even stopped and chatted with the Feed My Starving Children booth. (This is our favorite local place to volunteer.) One of the representatives said, “Feed My Starving Children is such a great place to visit. You meet such interesting people and there’s so much hope.” Funny, I was thinking the same thing about farmers’ market.

So I am challenging myself to make hay while the sun shines. I am forcing myself to make the most of each moment, to find joy and gratitude in each moment.

Farmers’ market is such a great reminder of how local food, local artisans, and community kindness can intersect in beautiful ways. As Wendell Berry states,

“Healing … complicates the system by opening and restoring connections among the various parts – in this way restoring the simplicity of their union.”

Our union to each other, to the earth, to our food, and to our community is simple. We let political divides mask this truth, but we see it so clearly at farmers’ market.

At farmers’ market, we remember that we come from the earth. We remember that our food comes from that same earth and from wonderful local farmers. We remember that our librarians sit in the hot sun to promote literacy. We remember that children love to run between rose beds. We remember to make hay while the sun shines.

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