I caught his eye.
He caught mine.
Seventy-five cents a bundle. Two bundles for a dollar.
The little guy knew his prices. His colony grew these, fresh just this morning.
Freckles, even.
Fresh this morning, also. Just for you, lady.
Ours is the best. Picked fresh. Just this morning.
This caught my eye, too. My ear as well.
. . . . . . . . . .I'm here to sell flowers, I'm not supposed to watch.
Lady, do you want one more picture?
What a face, gorgeous eyes, so insouciant, is that the expression? Wonderful pictures.
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure you found, or what a treasure found you. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWas this in Oregon? I went to a flea market there once where a boy and his dad were selling peaches, big and juicy...he was a interesting little kid, as this one looks to be...maybe it's something in the water!
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ReplyDeleteoh what a great word! he was eager to prove to his father that he could handle the farmer's market. so earnest about reciting prices and making sure he had every detail right.
mel-
usually i don't take photos of people (i feel like i am invading their space), but when he saw me taking photos of the radishes, i sensed he was fine with me taking his photo. he was, i think, as intrigued by this strange woman taking a photo of a radish as i was intrigued by him.
kerry-
this was in montana. we have quite a few hutterite colonies here. farmer's market in montana at this time of year is rather early, so i was surprised to see any produce on the tables. the hutterites are industrious and if anyone can have produce early- they will be the ones. at one time their clothing all came from germany, but in recent years, they've allowed themselves to dress a bit more in the modern style.
oh, turns out his name is george.
What a marvelous little man face.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures all.