The wait was worth it.

My Italian true love had a whim today. To go to a farmers' market. For fresh homegrown produce. And that made our day. Came back with zucchini, sweet onions, potatoes, green beans, carrots, parsley, tomatoes and a round loaf of spinach/ feta cheese bread. Had all that for supper. Farmers markets are a daily fare in Sardinia, where I spend the fall and winter with my true love. She's with me in Minnesota now. And she wasted no time scouting up farmers' markets. This one in a small city called Hugo. Named after the French novelist Victor Hugo. The town was settled by French immigrants and their descendants. Lots of French names and Catholics in Hugo. The market was in the parking lot of St. John the Baptist Catholic Church. We tried to enter the church. But it was locked. A pity. A shame. Seems to me that a church should be open. Always. Another reason why my church is the great outdoors. The way god intended it. Anyway, back to the farmers' market. The market was setting up when we arrived at about 2 in the afternoon. And we tried to buy stuff immediately from the appetizing array of produce on the tables. But we had to wait til 2:30. Because that's the prescribed time for the market to open. Guess rules are rules. Meant to be followed to the letter. Anyway, the wait was worth it. --Jim Broede