The Saturday Morning Farmers Market

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Day 13 at Camp Nanowri

On My Way to 50,000 Words

Posted 23,146 -Stardust (Working Title)

At writing camp it’s nice they let you sleep in on Saturday morning. Later there was a welcomed ‘out of camp trip’ to The Farmers Market in Rocky Mount, NC. Since I have recently arrived in the area, I didn’t know a soul while mingling with the crowd, which felt lonely. I kept smiling and saying hello. (It doesn’t hurt to try and make a good impression, right?) When people smiled back, I felt better. The highlight of the market was eating a small piece of cooked corn, butter and salt provided. At first I hesitated…corn in my teeth…good or bad decision? The answer to that was…you don’t know anyone, so who cares. I bought more delicious corn. Now it’s time to get back to writing; perhaps a scene where tomatoes, squash and melon are mentioned.

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About Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin

Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin grew up in Evanston, IL. and is a graduate of the University of Kentucky. She is an author of two novels: The Greening of a Heart and Facing East. She lives, writes and gardens in NC. Visit her: Stephenyhoughtlin.com
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One Response to The Saturday Morning Farmers Market

  1. pbmgarden says:

    Oh that sounds like fun Stepheny. What good inspiration for staging a scene. Had planned to attend a tomato festival in Carrboro this morning but forgot about it until late morning! Now I see your photo of those beautiful tomatoes and realize what I missed!

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