The farmers market keeps me sane. On crazy days at work that nearly drive me to drink, I count the days until Saturday when I can recapture my sanity amongst the rows of produce - reminders to be present in the moment and remember what's truly important. Work may drag me towards the black hole of anxiety and trivialties, but all it takes is a box filled with sweet potatoes, fresh from the damp earth, to bring me back. Week after week, the farmers market nourishes us - literally and figuratively...