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Bruce Ross

A Memorial Tribute to Bruce Ross

Farmer’s Market

I finally got around to visiting the farmer’s market in this small town I live in one Saturday morning. The truth was that I was just introduced to the sweet Saskatoon berry and was hoping to find a Saskatoon pie for sale. I must have betrayed my emotions because the pie lady questioned my smile when she handed me what I was looking for.

I was here for the pie and for some fruits and vegetables. I bought some beans from a woman in traditional country dress, but there must have been something strange in my face or bearing, for she scooped up fallen beans surrounding the packaged ones:

compassionate somehow

the Mennonite woman throws in

extra string beans

The market held other surprises than the pie. A New Agey woman had a number of bead necklaces and other trinkets on display but became more talkative when I told her I knew what a sage bundle was. Also, a Head Shop owner had all kinds of incense and oriental statues for sale. I couldn’t resist one of those statues:

little jade Buddha

each upstretched open palm

with a pearl

At another table were all kinds of natural remedies packaged like the items in one of those mall chain drug outlets. The proprietor looked like a washed-out real estate cowboy and began to hustle me when I showed interest in one item:

asthma tea packet

“You can throw your puff away!”

only $50

As if this weren’t enough I got into a somewhat uncomfortable discussion with the people at the animal rights display table. Granted I was overwhelmed with happiness to find such a group in our town. And granted I was somewhat of a purist when it comes to compassion for animals. Nonetheless l was stopped in my tracks by what one of them wanted. With a placid smile she asked me to sign a petition for cat euthanasia. I promised to attend one of their meetings but didn’t sign.

So, I returned home with the Saskatoon pie, lots of fruits and vegetables, some Austrian pastery, and the little jade Buddha. It was time to put things away:

washing them

the curved ridge of bumps

on a string bean

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