Carrots and peas and glass… oh my!
Carrot Fest, what can I say, it’s Bradford’s big street festival.
Did you know the Holland Marsh has the perfect soil for vegetables that grow straight down in the ground? And there are two factions fighting to decide our mascot.
This all takes place in a WWF style ring at the 4 corners of town. No names will be mentioned, but hockey interests are involved.
Who will come out on top? Traditional carrot guy or bugs bunny on steroids.
Are you wondering if I’m avoiding talking about my own experience or admire my enthusiasm for town lore?
I know you’re shocked to find out I didn’t sell out of carrots, or peas But not shocked to see my kitsch side coming out at this time of farming festivities. Lots of other pieces found happy homes. Two boys think their carrot necklaces gave them good luck during their soccer games.
On that note, it was great to have the farmers market available to festival goers, you know in case they wanted to buy carrots. I did. They are really yummy and the potatoes and strawberries and brownies and bacon, all the best I’ve ever had.
There were exciting times during the big storm, but we all weathered it well, unless you count the people who lost their tent, but don’t worry they got it back.
It was great to see so many friends and neighbours and find out their connections with each other. I met lots of new people, some local, some who came for our Mexican restaurant.
The picture is of Gwilly and Caroline our “buy local” advocate who runs the market this year.