That same phrase popped in to my head when I stopped by the Scranton Farmers Market on a recent snowy morning. The market, one of my favorite places, closed for the season on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I was there on that last day to pick up some Thanksgiving pies. It was a good season and I was sorry to see it come to an end.
There are plenty of footprints here, so someone has been wandering around. It will be a long wait for opening day in July.
