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Farmer’s Market- Lucy in the Sky with Steaks


An ethereal wavelength of voice cascading from the throat of Melaiah Echo glides along the misty, drizzly afternoon of the Newberg Farmer’s Market. Her sweet inflections add a mysterious layer to the markets ambiance. What goodies will we find in the light fog of the day? Melaiahs’ streaming and poignant melodies are a wonderful pairing for the delightful fare at hand.



I am enchanted by the endearing disposition of Annie from Dolce Farm & Orchards. Just like her pickles, I can tell she is the bread and butter of this family operation. Her warm eyes emit rays of golden lights of love across the grass at the Farmer’s Market Square. These lights penetrate me and fill me with warmth much like a farmhouse oven full of warm, baked treats. I gravitate to her instantly and can decipher that this women infuses her jams with a deep sense of passion. Homemade and uncertified organic, these simple jars of goodness and their fun labels are a must to be had.


I instantly decide on the Caramel Pear Butter. I ponder how anyone could possibly resist this concoction and immediately add it to my bag. It has since become my secret elixer, sparingly added to homemade oatmeal or grits it never ceases to entice little Sendy-Bo into another heaping spoonful of warm breakfast. I will be adding more fun flavors to my collection of dainty, jam-magical potions.



Annie is so kind as to give me a gluten-free brownie before I make my way along the tents of the fruits-of-the-farmer’s labor and local artisan wares. She invites my loved ones and I to her splendid family farm, and we will be taking her up on this cordial invite.


Twitter-pated young couples and friendly families hang around for an afternoon of coolness, while the ever-life-giving summer sun takes a fortnight nap. I have to agree with this little guy that Cream Northwest is good to the very last drop, even on a cloud-embellished day.


Saint Joseph Acres never fails to stop me in my tracks at the first glance of their picturesque harvest spread. Strikingly red peppers reach out to grab me, as I fiddle with my camera settings in the adumbral day.



Fresh picked, iridescent orange chanterelle mushrooms line the tables of Eleventh Hour Productions & Gift Shoppe out of Lafayette, Oregon. I have fancied morels from them on previous visits to this quaint canopy of flourish.


I turn sharply and there stands the vivacious Jodi Pierce of The Pierce Ranch in Sherwood, Oregon. This woman is strong and straight to the point. She strikes me as the type to kick the bull right back into the ring without even flinching. A tell-it-like-it-is smile, and a strong arm are just the silken-edge of the cornfield when it comes to having a down home chat with this hearty lady. I like her. She is substantial.


She proudly shows off her two ready-to-help Granddaughters and introduces me to her table.



She showcases The James Gang BBQ sauce collection and has known Jesse for years. That has got to be an amazing kick of a time, hanging out with those two fine folks, in a future party conversation I could only hope to be privy to.


Jodi opens a white cooler with a surprisingly gentle hand and tells me all about the available cuts of precisely wrapped meat in clean white butcher paper like something straight out of the “I Love Lucy” episode when Lucy accidently orders a side of beef and stuffs it in every possible crevice of her apartment before Ricky gets home and displays his typically irate Cuban fit.

Steaks, steaks, and even more steaks are shown, as I call for my husband to take a mental inventory. This is his territory. I reluctantly part ways with Jodi, as it’s the end of the afternoon. Branded by her strength of character, I am hoping to brush some off onto my own sense of self.

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It has been another culturally fulfilling day of working on my life degree in the Farmer’s Market, and I am excited to come back next time around. Thank you all for your efforts on repeatedly bringing us the best the earth has to offer.


On a final note, Sender Bodhi sneaks a few of his sister Melaiah’s tips from the near full jar when he thinks she is too busy singing, but she sees….


Farmer’s Market August 2016

Farmer’s Market-Blueberry Thieves and Wool


Wool. Something that was not on my mind, as I wound my way over to the Newberg Farmer’s Market on an expectedly hot August afternoon. That’s exactly what I love about the market, it gets me out and about from my daily routine, and there are always new things to learn.

An immaculate woven seat cushion that possessed the look of a beautiful 19th Century braided rug, immediately caught my attention. We have a large braided rug in our home, handmade purely of wool scraps, and I love the look of the bright colors jumping in and out of each other in an organized spiral. These are smaller versions with a handy purpose. Chair cushions. Brilliant.



Kathy’s Braids are not anything less than perfection. I asked the sweet lady in the booth if she was Kathy, and she politely informed me that, “Yes, she was Kathy today, as it’s a good day”. She’s a witty gal with a strong sense of quality.


There were small wooden spindles in a jar of which I needed some schooling on. Kathy and her husband make them, sturdy hand spinners for wool or cotton. Much of the world spins fleece yarn by hand, carrying a spindle around throughout the day spinning fibers for garments and the like. I would consider it a twist of a stress relieving activity. Twirl and ponder, calm and productive. I purchased one for a family member who likes to knit and whirled my way with Sender down the lane.


Eggplants a plenty at St. Joseph Acres table. They frequently have photos taken of their edible goods by passing local artists, wishing to convey the natural beauty through a painting. It is produce-portrait perfect.


Mr. Soapy Bear popped in quickly on a break from his canopy to grab an onion for his pantry.


There are plenty of lemon cucumbers and your staple cherry tomatoes to go around. It’s looking more and more like harvest season.


DSC_0017Dos Madre’s Farms is representing with some serious peppers. A pear that appears set on fire, like a true west coast sunset, delights me. Is it even real? I have to touch it to know for sure.


In my continued roving, I was graciously offered a taste of wine by nearby Mikayla at Emerson Vineyards. They came all the from Monmouth to the Newberg Farmer’s Market, excited to participate in the expanding and buzzing downtown affair.



With young blueberry maidens scampering around their bench, we quickly chatted about the growing Wednesday Market.



The parents were informatively engaged in wine conversation, while I had a great time watching this feisty little family gobble a carton of juicy berries.


Making an S-twist, I head towards Susie Guardipee and her sparkling tent of jewels. Her authentic smile skeins me in every time. I was intent on picking out some tasteful earrings for a gift, and she shared with me her passion for her precise selection of stones. She will wait years to purchase just the right strand of stones or gems. She is well versed in her thoughtful descriptions and understanding of the sparkly earth fruits. She assisted me patiently with a labradorite and turquoise pair that she had handmade. Her Granddaughter carefully creates the cards upon which they are displayed and sold.


Susie was moved to share with me her latest project in the works. A genuine Pendleton fabric pillow, hand sewn in hues of lilac and violet, will be on display soon. I feel honored to share in the delicate passions of my neighbors.

Although some of my summer visits are brief, with a little Sender in tow, I cherish each interaction and leave knowing I will return with a warm welcome.


Farmer’s Market August 17, 2016


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