Fruits and Vegetables — Donna Hopkins

The familiar routines of summer are soothing. We get breakfast at Battlefield Country Store. Strong, fresh-brewed coffee with a BLT topped with a fried egg, cut in half. We talk with the deli manager about her kids and listen to her stories of balancing work and family.

The Farmer’s Market is busy even though we are early. The sun shines brightly but it isn’t too hot yet. We try to stick to our list. The sourdough bagels are already sold out. I think about how many pictures I have taken at our Farmer’s Market. You’d think I would be bored of taking the same pictures over and over, but I am not. Just the opposite. I am delighted all over again. The best pictures are often under the tables or behind the scenes on workbenches or tailgates.

I wear my baseball cap because my curly hair has rearranged itself into some form resembling abstract art. I make a mental note to get a haircut and accept that I do not care to spend my time styling my hair. I do want to spend time taking pictures of berries and cherries. I love that the vendors arrange the produce in such artful arrangements.