There’s a new farmer’s market in town (Thursdays 3pm – 7pm at the Turning Basin for those in Richmond, VA). My husband and I decided to walk down and give it a try. The verdict: it’s nice, not huge, but a great location and a good variety of vendors.
One of the vendors was an extremely friendly farmer who asked if we had put in our garden yet. We laughed and indicated that we had indeed filled a few pots on our patio with herbs and a pepper plant. He asked if we had planted any tomatoes and I explained my limited success with this in the past. He recommended a specific tomato and proceeded to give me a number of planting tips. So I handed over my $3.00 and walked home; the proud and newly educated owner of a baby tomato plant.
We planted it on the patio today. In the new container we bought ($16) with the bag of soil we bought ($6). Will I get $25 worth of tomatoes out of it? Maybe. Is there $25 worth of joy in talking to someone who understands growing things. In laughing with my husband about walking a mile home with a baby plant. In tucking it into the soil and watching it grow. I’d say absolutely yes!
