From the farm to my table

We visit the local market on foot every Thursday where a couple have been trading their farm produce for years. Such is their reputation that the queue is long for fresh lettuce, peppers, parsley, melons, peaches, apricots, anything which is in season and even their own honey. The taste and value are in incomparable. The same applies to fresh chickens, eggs laid that morning, ducks (wild or domestic), handmade unpasteurized cheeses, freshly caught local fish, even oil made from grape pips. So the carrots are a bit wonky and not that glorious irradiated Chernobyl orange. But the flavour! Thank you, God, for letting me return to the land of my soul.

Photo copyright SvD.