Saturday, November 17, 2012
I was asked by my supervisors at the food bank to write a small blurb about the Fall Festival Market we hosted last month. Double dipping seems appropriate. I hope this will give you a better visual of my market working environment.
Fall is apple cider, pumpkin carving, costumed madness, and sweaters. I expected to leave fall far behind, along with all other defined seasons, as I packed my bags for a year here in Tucson. There is nothing here to fall. Cacti do not shed flares of bright, warm colored leaves. Mesquite does not litter the sidewalk with a rainbow of red, orange, or yellow bits that provide a satisfying crunch under your boots as you walk. But hey, I’m from Georgia, what do I really know from fall?
Fall is a feeling. It is more than a change in the weather; it is a season that works its way into your body and spirit.
Thursday, October 25th, was a perfect fall day; the whisper of a cold breeze, the crisp clean scent of winter just around the corner, and a festival to welcome in the season. Mercado San Agustin provided the backdrop. Local vendors provided the fruits of their harvests: pumpkins, apples, sweet potatoes, winter squash, honey, herbs, and homemade goods. The smell of a winter stew lingered in the air as a crowd gathered in the square to hear the students from Roskruge Bilingual school play mariachi. Children laughed, played, and gathered around a craft table to decorate pumpkins and have their faces painted.
This season brings people together. Anticipating Thanksgiving, gearing up for holidays spent with family and friends, Fall is a time for folks to come together and celebrate. That Thursday, during our Farmers’ Market, I felt the Tucson community all around me. I found myself in the middle of this wonderfully diverse community, with a smile on my face, knowing that the work we do provides time and space for celebration of families, food, and the community we live in. And, I don’t miss the leaves one bit.