Union Square, Saturday. I knew there would be potatoes.
I knew there would be cheese. And did not know but was happy to find that my friend Ty was manning the Cato Corner Farm cheese stall. He has been a tall, friendly fixture at the market for all my New York years. Generous tastings followed and we left with several delicious wedges of Jersey cheese.
I bought salad for the humans.
And salad for the cat. His leaves cost more but will last longer.
And Jerusalem artichokes, which I like best raw, in a thinly-sliced crunchy slaw.
And red carrots, which will be grated and tossed with orange juice and mint, which persists on the terrace.
There were fall apples and pears, but I was not ready for them, still clinging in memory to the fruit of summer, many days and a hemisphere behind me.
There were beautiful anemones, which I just looked at.
And a blooming truck.
And a false spring.
I resisted the urge to buy violas. I'll give myself two weeks.