Bounty

Every week, I wander through the farmers market, taking in the riot of colors, shapes and smells. There are piles of onions, stacked-up breads, and jumbles of apples in wooden boxes. Busy as they are, the farmers and bakers feel compelled to bring order to the bounty. They place the yams in neat rows and arrange colors like a set designer. Waiting in square containers, peppers, radishes and potatoes take on the orderliness of quilt blocks. It’s a feast, both for the eyes and the stomach. This is a week to give thanks. I am thankful for the beauty of the food that nourishes both body and soul.