When I mention that I saw a little farm stand with summer squash on the way to a socially-distanced visit with a friend in Lincoln, she tells me to stop at the farm stand next to the river on the way home through Bristol. I don’t remember any farm stand there, but sure enough, there it is. An enthusiastic, smiling woman greets me as I find summer squash. She talks to a man inside a building. As I look around, there is abundance. I have never seen so many tomatoes. All the vine-y things like watermelon and … (read more)
