We’re six weeks into the market season and despite my normally tenacious melancholy, I’d like to report that things are going great. It’s nothing less than a miracle. Our farm is tiny (really tiny, between 1/8 and 1/4 acre) and for many months, I’ve had a nightmare, flop-sweat kind of concern about our ability to produce enough food to support the market. But every week so far we’ve filled our stand and had plenty to spare. Hell, we’ve even been able to donate food and plants to some community organizations. Beyond that, people appear sincerely positive about what we’re doing and how we’re doing it. And money wise, so far we’re on the happy side of break even, so that’s good. But best of all, the people at market are great. They’re kind, involved, interesting and for the most part I can’t say enough good things about them. They’ve made market Saturday the best part of my week.