Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
Last year when we walked through the Floyd Farmer’s Market opening on our first Saturday morning we were quiet. We didn’t know anyone and we didn’t know what we wanted to buy.
This year, the market director, Mike Burton, greeted us and jokingly said if we hurried up and bought something we could be the first sale of the season. And buy we did. Mom and I went from booth to booth talking to each vendor, most of whom we now know by name and/or face. We chatted and purchased our way through the entire market. There were some new faces, who were happy to make their first sale of the morning, and old faces that were just happy to see us, some who we hadn’t seen last season asked us if we’d had a good Winter. On our walk back to the car we commented on how much fun that had been and realized that we had, without really even consciously trying to, bought something from everyone. It reminded me of a scene right out of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Which is fitting, considering that book is sort of what put us on a mission to move.