Market time?

We’ve been told not to drive this weekend due to ice, mixed with our latest foot of snow.

So I wasn’t going to even bother to go skating down to hill to the mailbox. Especially since that rusty old box is stuffed with nothing more than junk mail on Saturdays.

But I did, and smiled wide when I saw the backside of the town bulletin listing upcoming community events.

Written in bold across it were two of my favorite words:


I can already taste that first buttery bite of sweet corn.

How can spring possibly be far behind?