The buzz of the local farmers market resonates closer with every step,

music and singing tickle my ears.

Young girls on ukuleles, a string-band stomping in ballad,

street performers juggling—delighting the young families slurping up ice cream,

toasted cinnamon almonds, and Bavarian pretzels.

Fresh scents of basil, dill, cilantro, lavender float around the square…

and tomatoes, melons, potatoes, zucchini, squash, cucumbers abound.

I stand still, eyes closed, letting a fiddle take me away.