This weekend marks the sartorial end of summer, and autumn is certainly in the air as well. Tomorrow, Sunday, we will start the day at the Hillsdale Farmers' Market in a sweater as we watch the waning and very gibbous moon set in the west, but by mid-day we will have shed the woolies. The bell rings at 10:00.

We will have Chesters, seneca prunes, beets, potatoes, karela and some other stuff.

The staff writer has been placed on unpaid administrative leave for wanton disregard of the essential style manual for market farm newsletters as well as ignoring standard food jargon and forgetting recipes. Dead people and bees, but no recipes? Sentenced to hauling heavy flats berries without end all week, that should send a message.

Cheers and see you all tomorrow,

Carol and Anthony Boutard