Early on a Saturday morning, when folks who work at a farm are already up and about caring for animals, collecting eggs and perhaps even writing songs and practicing, many others joined in on the busy plans to go to market.
In Scituate, at the corner of Route 3A and First Parish Road, across the street from the sleeping community garden and also across the street from the soon-to-be torn down also sleeping police station, many were awake and lively as they carried and rolled in their wares to the St. Luke’s church where a market was about to begin.
I believe it is the first winter indoor market for farmers and artisans, as well as artistic farmers and nature-based artists. Some might correct me by noting an indoor market that took place in the early 20th century at an old Agricultural Hall.
It is easy for people to hunker inside for most of winter, watching men violently tackle one another in the name of entertainment or reading a book, or even cooking a new recipe. But this new indoor market brought out a lot of people, musicians, creators and neighbors. There were 35 vendors, with maybe even room for more next week, as there is a market twice a month (February 3, February 24, March 3, March 24 and April 7).
The vendors and visitors all seemed delighted to see one another, both new and familiar and catch up with news both happy and sad. This reason for gathering is why the farmers and teachers at Holly Hill Farm open their greenhouse doors to the customers once a month, load the wood stove and share warmth, some greens and storage crops for those who eat, but they too also wish to see exactly what keeps the farmers busy in winter. We farmers are also mostly inside with seed and crop and field plans laid out on the table for study, planning and review. Spring will come soon.
But while we wait and work, we are delighted to see what others are up to. Home made shoes, note cards from one who has hiked hundreds of Appalachain miles, festive wreaths, frozen treats, wood circles, cutting boards, dog snacks and dog designs, along with good eats of sausage, beef and chicken, all raised with a conscience. And our little bit of produce wrought from the ground, collected from a nesting box and stored at the Farm. We are waiting for pea shoots to thrive and spinach to gain momentum in the longer days of light and approach of warmer days.
What days lie ahead for those thinking of market, working to create and grow more and for those who face each day in pain or bewilderment at what life presents. Many of us know folks who are struggling, as we relish in the idea of community and commerce. One thing we can do is listen to the music, stay healthy, and keep looking to share in the well and not well.