Rebirth

I've always gone to the Midtown Farmers' Market even though it is not the closest to me.  It's my favorite.  As the name says, it's located in Midtown.  More importantly, it's located a couple of blocks to the former Third Precinct.  My drive to the market takes me down Lake Street through miles of devastation now turned into plywood art.  The city seems as though it's on the verge of something.  

Today was my first day at the market.  The market has changed:  wash hands, social distance, follow the through the vendors in a circle.  No more perusing all the vendors and then going back (or at least it makes it more difficult).  It's early in the season, so I wasn't able to get snap peas as I had hoped.  My purchases included lettuce, lemon ricotta cookies, pickles, and empanadas.  Perhaps not much produce, but I do enjoy the market.  

As I was walking out past Moon Palace Books (the location of the market), I noticed Black Lives Matter posters.  They were giving them away.  I can't wait to leave them on the back table for students to color when school starts.  They were FREE.  When I tried to give a venmo donation, they were unable.  I thanked them profusely... so awesome.  

On the way home, I noticed two deer in the cemetery.  It made me think of Midtown and Minneapolis.  The dead in their graves with the fawns eating new green on the trees.  Maybe it's a bit of rebirth.  I hope for rebirth for my city.