Farmer’s Mkt.

Went to the farmer’s market

this morning.

Went early.

All the food was not bought

up and picked through.

Bought some eggs.

Not allergic so far.

No reactions, I can tell of.

Very nutritious.

Written up in the New

Yorker.

Local farm

Bathed for 1/2 hr.

Hot.

Alkalizing.

Freshest lettuce I’ve

ever had–crunchy,

tasty, energizing.

Eggs were like an

i.v. injection.

A food “supplement”

to my regular fare.

Friendly farmers.

Answered my questions.

Appreciated my business.

Respectful.

So nice to deal one-on-one

with those who personally

produce & deliver your

food.

They’re proud, I’m proud.

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