"That will be $9.75." The farmer said.
I fumbled with a five and some singles. "There should be ten here." I said, handing over the money.
I looked around, disappointed. Where are all the farmers?
I started to scowl.
Despite the scowl on my face, a brave little girl asked "What are these?"
I looked over to where she was pointing and then back to her curious eyes.
"Those are cherries...These are all cherries." I said pointing.
Both the little girl and her mother rang out a collective oh. It was a curious moment of wonder and enlightenment, and I was witness to it.
But it only made me scowl more.
I took the quarter from the farmer and left.
I thought about how pathetic the tables looked. Just two farms in attendance. The fruits and vegetables strained under late afternoon heat. I wondered again why they had changed the market from Saturday mornings to Thursday evenings.
I wondered why the little girl couldn't recognize a cherry. Was it because they were stemless?