My life as a farmer's helper

My in-laws, in what might be viewed as an act of temporary insanity, decided to purchase a farm as their retirement project. It certainly did manage to keep them busy.

On most Saturday mornings from early July until early October, I could be found selling produce at the Guelph farmers market.

They sold the farm long ago; and even if they hadn't, I no longer live anywhere near it. But I'll always have many happy memories of my farmers market days. Here are a couple photos:

Left-to-right: zucchini, basil, acorn squash, pattypan squash, tomatoes, me, golden raspberries, red raspberries.