Not Ho Hum in SoHum
Our Farmers’ Market
Sing hey for the harvest. Sing hay for small towns.
Let your pulse provide the beat and your neighbors the sounds.
Flowers in the sun. Vendors in the shade
Women with aprons and pastries they’ve made.
Fill your mouth at the market.
Let your heart with joy thrum.
Taste the juice of the season
And the soul of SoHum.
I don’t know who this vendor was but he sold me some delicious lemon cucumbers. Bless him and may I find him again this Friday.