Your farmers market is a kind of clock. It marks big cycles like the turns of seasons, as well as passages within each season. Here come the garlic ramps, there they go. Asparagus-time comes. Cherry-time.

The first mechanical clocks appeared in India and China as early as 4,000 BC and measured time with slow drips of water. Over time, the technology became better/smarter/smaller, like it always does. Fast forward from falling water to falling weights to spring-driven gearing to digital clocks to the atomic clock. Time became a thing anybody could put into their pockets or strap to their wrists to nag them with precision, all day long. With mechanized measurement, time could be counted and accounted for, invested and squandered, divided and subdivided into smaller and smaller units.  Unfortunately, it is not known precisely when all the tick-tock-ticking choked the flow of cyclical time and killed off the present moment. All we can say for sure is that by helping us stay on schedule, our timekeeping devices tend to take us out of the now. The Farmers Market offers a way back in. 

The next time you visit your farmers market, imagine it as a watch store and the farmers' wares as timepieces on display. If you like, select a piece of fruit to carry with you, say an apple. Let it be both snack and clock. Its crisp and juicy prime is brief. Better eat it today. The nearby orchard where your apple grew bears fruit for only a few weeks of the year. Feast with abandon while ye may. Better yet, buy enough to dry, freeze or can, connecting the juiciness of now to a future you take on faith. I'm not suggesting you duct-tape your apple to your wrist indefinitely. By all means, devour it - make it part of your body -- and enjoy the fact that you are eating time alive instead of the other way around.