Years ago, I came to our smallish market, made a quick tour to buy a few fruits or vegetables, and perhaps stopped occasionally to listen to a local fiddler or 12 years old girls singing for donations. Over the past 10 years, our market has flourished and grown like a well watered garden fed by plenty of sunshine. We outgrew our original small plot and had to move to bigger, more fertile grounds. The market now begins in April and extends through November. These days when I go to the market, I stay for hours. Not only to peruse the bounty and explosion of local produce, meats, cheeses, baked goods, flowers, bedding plants, honey, but to chat with many of the farmers who have become good friends, to take in the joyful sounds of old time music and clogging (spontaneous every Saturday!), or to gather around the market stage discovering other local talent. At the Bloomington Farmers' Market, news is exchanged, spontaneous plans are made, community connections are renewed, important ideas are born, delicious meals begin. The market is a shout of color, movement, energy, synergy. With our city's recent dedication of a new railtrail passing right by, the market is bound to become even more central to our community, indeed leading all joggers, bicyclists, whole families, students, grandparents, mothers with carriages, and idle strollers to Roma (tomatoes).