Sigh.
We're approaching the end of the Summer growing season, my favorite of them all. The squash, apples and pears that make other swoon are just a reminder of the farewell to the bounty that is tomato-berry-corn-stone-fruit season.
My joy on Sunday mornings comes from the four-minute walk to the Farmers Market at Jack London Square, where prices are reasonable, there is no attitude and the produce is plentiful. This past Sunday, I missed the market for Grape Picking, which was totally worth it.
But it does sadden me that this coming Sunday, the market will simply look different from the Summer market. Some of the vendors pack it in for the season. Other new faces arrive. And the colors... well, the colors are just not the same.
So, in tribute to the summer season of Jack London Square, I offer the following photographs, as taken by my madly-gifted love, C.
