Minneapolis Farmers Market - Oct 4, 2008
The last monk leaves the garden; days decrease, and autumn grows, autumn in everything. – Robert Browning, 1855
One of things I was delighted to discover when we were dating is that not only is Pete a fantastic cook, he is also an avid vegetable gardener. Passionate about using fresh, home-grown ingredients, he loves to freeze and can seasonal fruits and vegetables. How lucky am I?
We got into the habit of visiting the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market early in our relationship. If we’re in town for the weekend, it’s pretty certain we’ll be down there early. We’ve been known to come home with enormous amounts of any number of things, and then spend the rest of the weekend “putting up” or baking. Imagine being married to someone who gets excited when canning jars and lids are on sale at Mill’s Fleet Farm! I’m tellin’ ya, you wish you were us!
If you asked, we’d likely answer that summer is our favorite. As gardeners and anglers, we identify summer as high season for both pursuits and countless happy hours. Why instead, then, does autumn cause me to think in poetry and create visual composition, even as dreaded winter looms? Maybe it’s because my schoolteacher mother encouraged reading and recitation. When this time of year rolls around, I hear “October’s bright blue weather” in the back of my head, and I start thinking in metaphor.
I’ve been in the specialty food business, creating gourmet gift baskets for corporate clients, for a decade. Through those years, I’ve seen such an increased interest in locally produced, fresh and organic foods. This has changed the way a lot of us live toward a more simple abundance. My father extolled the virtues of organic over 40 years ago, banishing chemicals from his garden. Given the recent food scares, and the relationships between artificial additives and maladies, it seems inordinately more important to know where our food is coming from and what’s in it.
My strange brain melds all these disparate elements — opinions, thoughts, snippets of poetry, experiences — together at the Farmer’s Market. It just seems so right and basic to support local farmers, and to partake of their bounty. Our market is literally a visual feast. The colors of the produce and flowers are so vivid, they hurt. The happy cacophony of many different languages reminds me that we all need the same nourishment to thrive. Pete’s sister, Jenny, and I made a quick trek this past Saturday morning — she bought 20 lbs of Colorado peaches for canning and I took the camera. So…without further ado, here are my amateur photos set to some favorite lines of poetry.
October’s Bright Blue Weather
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
. . . When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather. – Helen Hunt Jackson
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I too love autumn. It makes me want to get out and explore. My wife and I went canoeing over the weekend and no one was on the river. The leaves were changing and there was a cold snap in the air and it was so beautiful.
You’re photography is awesome. thanks for sharing.
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Hi Paunchiness – I just visited your site, and your post about 0 calories burned and 0 exercise could have been written by me! Thanks for stopping by!
Wonderful post! I loved reading “October’s Bright Blue Weather.” It is exactly what we have had here and it really spoke to me. I especially loved this line:
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant
Thanks for stopping by Chez Loulou and commenting. I look forward to reading more of your site.
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Yay, it’s Loulou! Thanks for dropping by in return! Your photographs have so inspired me – especially the ones from your recent trip to Paris. This made me feel it was okay to drag out the ones I took from our trip to France and Germany and put them in the discount airfare post above. Welcome!
Betsy – those pics are lovely. I prefer organic fruit and veg – especially tomatoes. But I’m still trying to imagine what 20 pounds of peaches would look like – that seems a lot.
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Hi Cath! Thank you! The day was so sunny and everything was so colorful that it seemed easy, but as I’m not the official blog photographer, I thank you! It was about 60 peaches, I think? You can get through them quickly if you’re making pies to freeze.