There were locally grown tomatoes and corn and bell peppers, stalls of onions and brussel sprouts, radishes and dandelion greens, kale and organic coffee, dried pasta in colors and shapes, plants of basil and others I couldn't name, handmade soaps and handmade jewelry. A well-coifed woman walked a well-coifed dog. An elderly couple held hands as they strolled past. Two women were in serious conversation about the merits of raw honey. All, I thought, deserved some more attention. But next week would have to do.
And then I saw the sunflowers.
I knew I would have to go back home to put them in water. I knew this might make me late. I knew I had to have them anyway.
"Seven dollars per bunch, or two for ten."
"Just one, please."
As I walked back through the lot towards my car, I knew I was smiling. I felt nourished, content, and like a mademoiselle in a French countryside with
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