My Day At the Farmer’s Market
Written by The Donnybrook Writing Academy // March 14, 2011 // Before We Were Cool // No comments
Histrionic diary entries, angsty yearbook scrawlings, and really bad poetry brought back from teenagerhood and the other side of cool. Dates may be omitted and names may have been changed, but rest assured these are legit.
College Paper for Nutrition Class, 2006-ish
“When I was driving to the Farmer’s Market in Cherry Creek*, ‘Perfect Day’ by Lou Reed came into the shuffle on my iPod. Repeated, almost like a mantra, was the phrase ‘You’re Going to reap just what you sow.’
It was grey and almost rainy but the Farmer’s Market was in full swing, a cacophony of sights and smells. Bavarian sausages sizzled, dogs and children bounded, fresh bright produce spilled from the booths. I saw a biker who looked out of place selling perfect peaches, delicately placing them in bags with care. A little boy helped his parents sell corn and told me he picked it that morning. This was a harvest. Physically, but in a more abstract way, because these seeds that were planted resulted in different people coming together, rain or shine.”
* Due to my laziness, this assignment was 100% fabricated. I had never been to the farmer’s market in Cherry Creek; in fact, I had never been to a farmer’s market in my life before. Even the Lou Reed thing. Totally made up.
