Wilson bobbed his head to the beat of the live music playing in the rotunda at the center of the plaza accommodating the farmers’ market. It was impressive—both the market and the music, provided by an acoustic folk group playing a mix of original tunes and popular covers.
He zipped up his light windbreaker. Not that it was windy, but the air was still chilly. Yet the sun was shining today, and by noon he might want to shuck the jacket.
The market had a nice mix of fresh produce, baked goods, cheese, farm-fresh eggs, preserves, honey, and other canned foodstuffs, along with refreshments, homemade beeswax candles, crafts, and the like. Overall, an impressive variety and number of booths for a relatively small market.
Pomegranates were plentiful, as were mushrooms and chestnuts. He eyed t
