It was my favorite time of the week. I felt out of breath. Sweat broke out along my hairline in anticipation. I placed my hands on the cold, hard countertop and wondered what it would be this week.
My hands fumbled at the knots and my heart hammered in my ears. I paused, took a deep breath and tried to remember what the email had said. I drew a blank. Finally, the knot gave way and I slipped my hand eagerly inside. A tight, bumpy orb. I pulled it out and held it to my nose. Lemon.
I pawed through the greens and carrots and then came to three small brown bags, their ends rolled tight. I quickly unrolled the bags, one at a time, eager to leer inside and see this week's offerings. Favas. Snap peas. Ahhh, my stomach flipped over a bit. Mushrooms.
Finally, my hands moved - almost on their own - over to the baskets lined rigidly along the end of the counter. I tugged and finally yanked a luscious strawberry from the constricting green plastic baskets and took a bite. Yes. YES! YES!!!!
It was CSA pick up day and I admit to being a wee bit excited.
* Photo credit to Topfer.