When we first lived in Nicaragua, before the earthquake, my brother and I had to catch the bus to school at the entrance to our driveway on Carretera Sur. Since the drive popped out in a narrow space between two walls, one of us had to stand there and wait for the bus – or it wouldn’t see us and wouldn’t stop.
The problem was there was this big tree – right there, splitting our driveway at the entrance to the highway. It would bloom all the time – covered thick with bright yellow blossoms. These would fall and form a carpet under the tree. It looked great- the blossoms a colorful scene of yellow against the green of the leaves, the brown of the bark, and the dark gray tarmac of the drive and highway.
But the blossoms would rot in the tropical heat. The sweet-smelling flowers would decay into a sickly foulness that was impossible to stand. The smell was unbearable. My brother and I would take turns waiting under the tree, watching for the bus while our sibling stood well back up the yard in the fresh air, until we couldn’t stand it any more and then switch places. When it was really rank we would have to hold our breath and would trade off every minute or so until the bus rumbled up.
I thought of that as I sat at the Farmer’s Market. The central passage, around the La Marketa Café, is lined in trees and the trees were in bloom. They were thick with white blossoms which were falling like a dusting of snow. A thin layer covered the ground, stirred up into tiny white flowery tornados whenever the wind circled into miniature cyclones coming around the corners of the building. They were beautiful.
And best of all, they didn’t stink.
I’ve enjoyed all your posts and photos about Farmers Market. I really should make some time to go down there. It’s one of those places in Dallas that has such potential, and yet has never seemed to quite catch on with everyone– and I’ve been going there since I was a kid. I love buying produce there. There’s something about a farmer’s market that is ancient and communal, and remimds those of us living in the city that life is really very simple.
I like hanging out there even if I don’t buy any produce. I’m hoping that the number of people now living in the area will make for more and steady business for the vendors. It really is an underused asset for the city – one of many.
Great story, and great pictures, thanks for sharing!
The trees were blossoming in Portland when I was there recently, and they were stunning – particularly on those overcast, rainy Oregon days.
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