Susan's Blog
To Market, To Market
The weeks and months flew by and it is market time again. Several years and maybe ten books ago, I started regularly having a table at my local farmer's market. I now fill it proudly with thirteen titles and hope to add two more before the season ends. ( The ANNEthology and Such a Winter's Day) I rise early on Saturday mornings and join the other vendors at the Kingston Farmer's market from 8:00 until 1:00. The seasonal market opens in May and runs until the end of October. I started out in the vendor's hall but for the last few years I have been set up inside what used to be (before Covid ) a packed dining room serving hundreds of breakfasts every week. I have made such good friends in that place and so appreciate being beside Linda who I call my service vendor. I now look across at...
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