Saturday in Atlanta

This is the first Saturday since June that I haven't had a farmers' market to harvest for.  It feels a little weird to be sitting in a hotel room instead of getting soaking wet and cold in the garden.  I think I could get used to this.  Especially after all the rain yesterday.  It would be a muddy mess out there.  Now, to hoof it over to the convention center and begin the flesh pressing, back slapping orgy that is the Produce Marketing  Association.  I always feel like a minnow in a shark tank at these things, but I'm sure there are plenty of others who feel the same.  Every one here is looking for a little love.  You just have to make sure it is the right kind.  The weather looks beautiful from the window, although the sunrise seems later here than at home.