If April showers bring May flowers... Then two straight weeks of June rain bring tomatoes, blueberries, zucchini and even the beginnings of cherry season.
Today's was a rainy market of dripping tents, wet cuffs, the juggling of umbrellas and plastic bags and mounds of lettuces, chives, spearmint, cucumbers, stocky bok choy tied in threes and spring onions with yellow-white bulbs the size of apricots and taut, thick scallion stems.
The shelling peas are still around, and so are the garlic scapes. Though when I arrived, late — because there were New Jersey blueberries in the apartment this morning, and so pancakes were in order — the tubs of basil were down to a few last roots, struggling to keeping their leaves above the water, and the always-sweet man in the cut-off shorts behind the Buon Pane table was out of his divinely spongy semolina bread.
But my umbrella was tying up a hand anyway, and I was happy enough to leave with two more globe zucchini, onions, basil, mint, a baguette, tomatoes, a pound of peas and a cold glass jar of skim milk from Milk Thistle Farm, whose lavender logo never fails to please me.
Walking home, my sopping cuffs acting as ankle weights, my thoughts alternated between a dinner plan of zucchini three ways — fritters, or puffs, as we call them in my family; then the globe zucchini stuffed and finally soft small squares of zucchini sauteed with the young onions and tossed through gnocchi — and how quickly I could get out of those jeans and back into pajama bottoms.
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