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Now is the winter of my discontent

Spring was in the air at the Callicoon Farmers Market courtesy of Ark Floral's Meg Kennedy, who promises many blooms to come, both indoors and out.

February 20, 2013

I’ve spent the past week searching for the bright side, keeping one eye on the weather and counting down the days till spring. For some reason, this winter has been tougher for me than years past and it’s been an effort to keep digging myself out and plowing ahead. Waking up this morning to burst and frozen pipes was the icing on the cake, so I turned to others for solace, inspiration, comfort and joy. Fighting the blues, I had to dig deep, and was surprised that 17th century poet Anne Bradstreet resonated, since poets are generally not my thing. “If we had no winter,” she wrote, “the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” Really, Anne? Wish I had thought of that.

Thankfully, one doesn’t have to look very far in the Catskills, and the greater Upper Delaware Region once again came to the rescue as I traversed the countryside seeking reminders of why I live here, part-time adversity aside. Missing the warmer months, I took note of the fact that the Sullivan County Farmers’ Markets (www.sullivancountyfarmersmarkets.org) had moved indoors a while back and had set up shop (www.delawareyouthcenter.org) on Creamery Road in nearby Callicoon, NY. “Perfect,” I thought, as I packed up the wonder dog and headed out in search of home-grown veggies, a potted plant, and a cup of good cheer.

Thrilled that the roads were dry, I joined the crowd inside and began to peruse and schmooze, admiring the woolens, handbags and spices, while grabbing the opportunity to catch up with pals who peppered the place.

Pastries and breads (www.brandenburgpastry.com) beckoned in addition to confections from Aunt Nenee’s, now in a third generation of bakers serving the community out of Hurleyville, NY. “No we don’t have a website,” Denise Canter told me, while proffering a scrumptious sample, “but most people know who we are. My parents used to sell to all of the hotels, back in the day, and we’re still here. This is our home.”