I went last month to the farmers’ market with my friend Melinda in Takoma Park, MD. It was a lovely day for it, that day, with just a hint of the oncoming Autumn in the morning air, and enough sunshine to keep it at bay. The walk was pleasant, if a bit crowded for my comfort, and the goods for sale all looked fresh and wonderful.
And as soon as we got there, this was the first stand we saw. We bought two cakes, which turned out to be delicious, as a bonus. But mostly we bought the cakes because the proceeds go to Planned Parenthood and the NAACP, two organizations that need all the support they can get these days.
With the world seemingly aflame at every turn, this stand was a sight for very sore and tired eyes, and its presence was a welcome note in the song of the world. I did ask the attendant’s name at the time, but I’m afraid in the intervening month of hustle and bustle, I’ve forgotten it. (Edited to add that Melinda tells me the attendant’s name was Ayelet, so thanks to Ayelet for working the table, and thanks to Melinda for taking me there and texting me the name!)