Fresh produce stands....

Meandering down Indiana roads takes longer in August as I want to stop at all the small produce stands set up along the way.

It seems as if they are every mile or so..each one boasting with a homemade sign that something wonderful has been grown there.

The stands are as varied as the folks who grow the gardens. Some are quite lovely with tablecloths and umbrellas and the produce displayed in old baskets. Others have drug out the old enamel table from the barn and just set the produce down upon it.
Some are attended by the gardening folks..others just provide a metal box in which to place the coffers.

Yesterday afternoon while meandering, I came across a pick up truck just sitting in the August sun full of Indiana sweet corn. The farmer was asleep in a lawn chair with his John Deere hat slung down over his eyes.

He awoke in an instant when my Jeep pulled in and began to help me fill the bag with fine, sweet corn. The air was pungeant with earth and corn and waves of August heat. After twelve ears were stuffed into the bag, he proceeded to give me one more, a baker's dozen.

I thanked him for growing the corn..selling the corn. I know how much work it is!!

Last night Karen, Aaron, and the boys shared the sweet corn with me. Matthew and Jonah ate it right off the cob (as all Indiana children do!) with corn dripping down their chins.

As for me, today I think I will go looking for peaches!


Lou Ann Homan is a writer, a teacher, and a storyteller. When she isn't meandering Indiana roads, she can be found in the small town of Angola where she shares The House at White Picket Gardens with her books and gathered treasures. She is available for storytelling and writing seminars! Please check out her website at www.louannhoman.com.