Here is my true confession. I stop at local farm stands, but I do not plan to buy any produce. Why? Because I’m addicted to all of the colors and the beauty I discover at these roadside stands.
The blue skies are the first thing beckons me, as I head east on the Long Island Expressway. Then, when I reach the narrower country roads on the North Fork, I briefly resist, until I am about to pass a particularly photogenic farm stand. Then, my car automatically slows down and turns itself into the gravel driveway, and I jump out of the car with my iphone in hand.
I rush past oblivious families pulling produce-filled wagons and shoppers that are busy selecting their purchases. I only see the surrounding countryside, not just the local goods for sale.
I begin snapping photos of the vibrant green fields, plentiful piles of orange pumpkins, and the smiling yellow sunflowers. I also enjoy the permanently-parked antique red and green tractors. If there is a petting zoo, an oversized statue of an ear of corn, or mounds of multi-shaped gourds, no one can stop me, because I AM IN THE ZONE.
I hope that my new obsession may disappear once this winter arrives, but I am afraid it may be a returning seasonal disorder.
Please send help, I don’t even like to eat vegetables.
I know where you’re coming from – your words make me smile. 🤓