Our farmers' market has not been blessed with good weather this year. Practically every Saturday morning, it seems, there's been wind or rain or both but the intrepid stallholders have kept calm and carried on.. Happily the best lettuces in the world are back this year, Granny's Cookie Jar, with its excellent pies, is still going strong and there's now a coffee stall and someone selling fancy teas and body lotion too, though I do miss the goats' milk body lotion stall - that was the best!
Incidentally I asked why no one sold pickles. Well would you believe it they are not allowed to sell pickles.Jam yes, pickles no. Pickles! Since when were pickles a controlled substance? The nanny state marches on...
Also marching on are my friends from Flanigan Farm just over the hill in the next village.
You may remember Olivia the Picasso Pig? This is not she. His name is Finigan, which I may not have spelled properly. Apologies if that's the case.
Unfortunately I'm told Olivia has become a little cantankerous and lost some of her PR skills. The goat family are a good substitute though.
Apparently these companies supply the goats and a portable fence to stop unfortunate misunderstandings, you provide a bucket of water and sit back while they munch and everyone's happy. Trouble is, most of the Rent-a-Goat companies seem to be in swanky places like California and the more expensive suburbs of New York City, where people can't have that much of a jungle but would like to assuage their green consciences. So far as I know there are none in Cattaraugus County, though I'm happy to be contradicted.