“Look, Mommy – a radish!” I beam with pride as my toddler excitedly points to the stack of
pink-hued veggies on the table and correctly shouts the name.
It’s Saturday morning and we’re wandering between tents at the Cherry Creek Farmers’ Market.
For years I’ve enjoyed frequenting the various markets around town. I’d saunter through, comparing quality, chatting with the product owners, and maybe taking a few moments to sit at one of the café tables drinking in the live music and fragrances of the nearby baked goods being created right on site. It was spent enjoying a little time alone or catching up with a friend.
These days, the markets have become a learning exercise.
“How many plums do you see?” “What color are the onions?”
We spend this sunny Colorado morning counting beets, listing colors and differentiating between tomatoes and apples. It has become an opportunity to i