Which then makes me wonder why my eyes startled open at 6.15am. Must be a carry over from the market day routine. I wonder if it will ever stop on a Sunday.
Yesterday we were in Parramatta at the Farmer's Market. It is a bit of a stretch still to call it a farmer's market, as the farmers are a bit thin on the ground. We're still there, as are John the Bilpin apple man, Chris the sourdough bread man, and Maree the smoked fish guru. There's the honey and plants people on top of a host of other bric a brac stalls and some hot foods. The bird and fish man has been with us now for two weeks. We're hoping he keeps plugging away at the day as his truckloads of friends, fine, furred and feathered is a big draw card for the sightseers.
With the wind biting at our ears all day, we can totally understand why it was a slow down in the mall. Shame when you think we all get up at five or six to set up, and then the day isn't as busy as normal.
It's high time Happy and I get ourselves some work shirts. For the third or fourth time in the last two months we were approached by someone in the media to do an interview. Without a mirror to check hair or makeup, and my hair quickly tied up due to the wind, I was pushed once again front of the camera! With years of teaching and sales behind me, I can gab on for ages when asked about our work, much to the delight of yesterday's young journalist. I wonder where this piece will pop up, and dread seeing it in case I have bok choy leaves stuck in my hair.
From week to week I'm fascinated by the changing tastes in produce. One week we'll have a run on eggplant, the next it will be lettuce. While I thought lettuce would only be a summer veg, it's proving incredibly popular in winter too. The broccoli becomes a firm favourite in winter which is encouraging. Next week the Chinese veg will be back, and we'll encourage our customers to try something new for a change of pace in the kitchen.
After a long day at the market, we pack up and head back to the farm, where we start repicking items to fill the boxes for today. Many hands make light work, and I think Happy was relieved to have someone (me) there to wash and pack while he tramped around the fields topping up the pickings. It's dark though by the time we finish and still we're a little way from home. At least HE'S still snoring in bed this morning - my main reason to convince him that Sunday's should be a day of rest.
Now...if only we didn't have to go and get on with packing up our old house. Will this house move ever end?
