Ah, the season is finally here. My golf clubs have been locked up in storage for all of winter and actually, most of spring (#job). But, the time has come. At the crack of dawn, I eagerly grab my golf bag and skip down the hall. Hell yeah, Farmers Market time! Golfing is a front - \"Oh I visited this beautiful course way out yonder and just happened to stop by for some fresh honey, amazing grapefruits, and this wreath made of flowers - look, you can water it, nurture it, talk to it... and it grows! Plants are rad.\" \n\nIf I didn't have such obligations (#job), this place could almost become a Saturday ritual. WOW. Y'all are witnessing a boy turned into an old man. Saturday.ritual.of.Farmers.Market. But you know what, it's worth it. The cool part about it is talking to the people. They got some unbelievable stories. To whet the appetite: espionage, JFK, jail, sauce, ad nauseum. Grab that cup of McD coffee (I'm not a purist, sue me) and do a little shopping and gabbing it up with the farmers (#misplacedmancard). Ain't nothing wrong with a man tellin' another man to try his pickle juice...no sir, it ain't. \n\nGrab some fresh mini-donuts being prepared right before your eyes on that well-engineered piece of steel machinery patented for its purpose - frying mini donuts on both sides. Try a sample of the amazement that is muscadine drink. Smell the candles. \n\nSo, abandon the golf clubs, throw on some comfortable slippers, and let's ritual.\n\ndmo out
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