Amy, owner of 10th Ave. Soapworks and vendor at the local farmer's market, enjoyed the early morning hours out in her garden. The morning went so smoothly that she even had time to make up a batch of soap and try out her latest lip balm flavor, pina colada, before packing up for the market. For the first time since June, she expected to enjoy a farmer's market day that was less than 100 degrees. As she toted boxes of soapy delights to her car, she noticed the temperature had risen dramatically during the noon hour. Our enthusiastic saleswoman remained remarkably undaunted.
Until she reached the Square, that is. The thermometer on the Square read 94 degrees and the black pavement radiated heat, and the heat mingled with the humidity was ghastly. Throughout the afternoon it worked its way up, taunting residents as it flirted with the 100 degree mark.
It was senseless to cheerily ask customers and passersby how they were. Their condition was obvious by the way they they dragged themselves along, dribbling sweat. The more appropriate question was, "How are you coping?" Even vendors, tucked underneath their tents, were spraying themselves with spray bottles intended for vegetables, wrapping wet towels around their necks and letting ice cubes melt down their legs.
The only relief from the heat came from the frequent
|The weary trek home|
Sunburned, thirsty, dog-tired, and barely richer for the experience, the pair returned home, cheered only by thoughts of air conditioning and frozen Almond Joys. Will they fare better next week? One can only hope that a week like this occurs once a summer, but the adventure will continue...