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The local foods movement is alive and well in Champaign County! Here are some updates on other projects while we finalize our virtual market:

Local Producers Map:
Our local producers map is ready for publication and you will soon be able to find it on Copies will be distributed around the community, in the local telephone book, and other “hangouts”. The guide lists the location and contact information for nearly 50 local producers within our county. The map was a project of the Local Food Council and printed with the help of some local sponsors including the Monument Square District, Champaign Bank, the Community Improvement Corporation, the Chamber of Commerce, the Farm Bureau and others. It is a great start to finding a local source for Champaign County’s finest!

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Well I’ve been out walking
I don’t do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do…
(Jackson Browne-These Days)

So, still on my Jackson Browne odyssey, today. I’ve just had him on replay since the weekend. His voice, lyrics, music…maybe just what we all need in these days that continue, that linger, and maybe speak to all of us, doing all that we feel we can do…

The thing that blows me away, if you listen to this song, and the lyrics, is that he wrote this song in ’67, at the age of 16. These lyrics of regret and loss just seem so mature, more out of a life that has already been lived, to come from the heart of a 16 year old guy.

I love the versions of him singing it with the late Gregg Allman…another favorite musician of mine. From my early age of concert going, I had the pleasure of seeing Gregg perform many times, solo, as well as with the Allman Brothers. One of my favorite times was an impromptu decision to see them, outdoors, when I lived in Los Angeles, on an evening that I had just taken a call for an early New York flight, the next day, but instead of packing and preparing, I hopped on out to a music filled night.

That has always been me…I am a jumper at chance. A doer. I’ve always lived life on the edge, by the seat of my pants, a semi plan, but not really a plan….and, I know that by instinct, I will always make it happen, somehow.

(And, I might add, on that flight to New York, I was the number 1 flight attendant, first class, and received some of my most glowing letters from happy customers, to my supervisor, and American Airlines)

My businesses, and this market are examples of those leaps of faith, in my life, and making things work, even if things seem to be slipping into the unknown, at a quick pace. March found me a nervous wreck when we were without a home for the first time in the market history. It found me nervous as to if we moved the market, how would we operate around Covid? Your other market manager was more convinced, than I was, at that moment, that it was the perfect setting, the perfect time, to move the market, and make it safely accessible to the customers.

And, so, like always…I jumped at the unknown, and this lovely little market found a new home, with a whole lot of lovely, lovely new customers, loyal customers, returning customers, that now make up this new market family, each and every week…

These days….never look back with regrets, wishes, and unfulfilled dreams. Never be afraid that your chance taking will end up in failure. So many times, and I can attest to this, your failures become your learning tool, that propels you to where you going in the first place…

The last lines of this song, will always speak volumes to me…

Please don’t confront me with my failures…I’m aware of them…

But, then the optimistic person that I am, knows that the chance of failure, makes you want to take the chance, and make it a success, even more!

Tuesday ramblings, from your market manager who took a few days off from life, this past weekend, to spend with music, books, and thoughts…

And, to remind you that the market closes, tonight, at 8pm, for the week…

Cosmic Pam

The Load Out/Stay

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They’re the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They’ll set it up in another townTonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line…
(Jackson Browne)

I am a huge Jackson Browne fan…probably from the mid 70’s on. This has always been one of my favorites of his, and many times, I think of this song, on Thursdays, as we get the market all set up in the greenhouse, the vendors all bring their products, the customer names are all organized, we take our positions, and the cars begin to roll in.

As I greet you, chat with you, and yell your names to the greenhouse, Mark and my father start packing your orders, I recheck your orders, and lovingly pack them in your cars, sending you on your way. I like to think of each of you, and where you are headed, what you will make for dinner, etc.

Then, as the last car leaves, and we shut down the greenhouse, and corral the boxes, and clean things up, there is a sense that the show is over for the week, we go from being the main attraction with the products, to being the roadies who pack it all up, storing things until the next market…

This little market of melodies, the customers, the vendors, the product…each goes into making this a well oiled machine…a local road show…and when we turn off the lights, I look forward to the next Thursday…

It’s Monday, these are the rambling thoughts of your market manager, and also serves as your reminder that the market will be closing, tomorrow night, at 8pm, for the week…

Cosmic Pam


You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful, as you feel
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don’t see it showing, why do I?
You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel
I have often asked myself the reason for sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, but we can only try

You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel…
(Carole King)

This song implant comes to us from weekly customer, Dawn Butcher…she super embodies this song, with her lovely smile, each week, as she waits for us to fill her order, and load her car.

This song also comes from one of my very favorite albums, well worn, from hours of playing. Tapestry will never not be a monumental album to me. And, I had the great pleasure of seeing Carole and James Taylor in concert, years ago, and felt Carole’s amazing energy, and hoped to always exude that same energy, into the world.

The history of this song, and how she came to write it, is also interesting. She did not set out to actually write this song, but instead it started to come to her, as she watched the people surrounding her, one day, on the subway.

But, wow, what a message…and also a but like this market. We never have a clear cut plan, but instead, just go with what feels right for you, the customers, and our lovely vendors…we just want it all to be beautiful for your lovely souls….

The market is open, and as every week, there are new items to explore…go, order. Sundays are the perfect day to reflect on what your favorite items have been, plan ahead for the week, using the market as your guide, and then to order, and sit back, and just be beautiful…

Cosmic Pam

The Candyman

Who can take tomorrow (who can take tomorrow)
Dip it in a dream (dip it in a dream)
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man (the Candy Man)
The Candy Man can (the Candy Man can)
The Candy Man can
’Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good (makes the world taste good)…Sammy Davis, Jr.

So, tonight, like every Thursday night, I leave the market, retreat to my house, and back deck, pour a glass of wine, and take in the evening sky and sunset.

I love the market, so much, and all of you, and after I wave my last goodbye, I put the market to bed, and slip into my bubble of time.

Tonight, the sunset was amazing! It reminded me of the candy counters of my youth, and it brought the biggest nostalgia vibe to me. This song popped into my head, and it made me smile, and think of the love of this market.

I am reopening for the week, and we welcome you back for another week of fun!

The Candyman can…and, so can we!

Cosmic Pam

Added Fun!

Cathy just messaged me that along with sweet corn, she will have fresh blackberries!!

Go crazy!!

See you between 4pm-6pm!

Sweet Corn Happiness!

Get excited, lovely market babes!

Today, at market pick up, 4pm-6pm, Cathy Pullins of Champaign Berry will be parked in the front of the farm with the first of their sweet corn!!!!

YAY!!!! So, make plans to grab a dozen or so while you make your way through the market line!!! And…if you forgot to order, this week, no worries…come on out to get your sweet corn, as well!

We only ask that if you are not a customer, this week, please pull off to the side of the car line to buy your corn!!

She takes cash or cards…

3.00…half dozen

Come on out, and show her some love!

Cosmic Pam

Heart Of Gold

I want to live
I want to give
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold
It’s these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold…
(Neil Young-Song Implant-Customer Dena)

And, well, this market and the customers, along with the vendors, are so much the hearts of gold.

Thank you, once again, for a fantastic week of orders!! You love us, and we love you!

Tomorrow, my father is back in the house to help your other market manager, Mark, in the greenhouse, so that means, lets get crazy, and have no time slots!

From 4pm-6pm…come show me some love…and music…and, your heart of gold…

Cosmic Pam

You've Got A Friend

Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you’ve got to do is call
And I’ll be there…
(James Taylor)

Song Implant from customer: Susan Schuster

Last week, at market pick up, Susan pulled up, as usual, smiling, as always, but admitting to having a bit of a time, on her drive into the market. She told me that this song came to mind, because of how she had been feeling on the drive.

And, what better song to fall back on when we all have those little melt downs, those cloudy days, those sad tears that sometimes need to fall?

James Taylor is one of my favorites, and I’ve been humming this song, ever since Susan’s market pick up.

I hope that this market is that friend, to you, for whatever you need, whenever you need it. I hope that we have helped to ease things for all of you, ever since March.

I feel like each week, we all, collectively, as a little united market front, are able to absorb and pass through yet another week of information overload, fear, unrest, and need for comfort.

Today is Tuesday, market customers, and we close for the week, this evening, at 8pm.

Let us be the friend, who gets you through another week…

Cosmic Pam

Sunday Song Implant

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I’m free, ‘cause nothing’s worrying me…
(Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head-BJ Thomas)
Song implant from customer: Kathleen Smith

I loved market pick up on Thursday, with the total rainfall (because, well, we NEEDED it) and, delivering Kathleen’s order to her trunk, she yelled out this song. So perfect, and I hummed it to myself, the rest of the night…

And, so perfect for this morning, on this raindrop kind of day. The kind of day perfect for sitting and ordering. The kind of day that is perfect for your market manager to stay put, spin some tunes, and get organized in all areas of her life…lol.

The past few months have been crazy, and little by little, a bit of catering has come back into play, along with this crazy busy market, and then Hippie and the Farmer weekend events at the farm. So, with all the busy, also finds your manager with all of her vintage bags, filled with paperwork, lip glosses, torn pieces of paper with notes to myself, missing two of my French silk scarves, reservations for the weekend events, and the list goes on.

These kind of days are perfect for emptying all of them out, pitching what I no longer need, and reorganize my life.

When I spend a productive Sunday, my weeks are then a breeze. Don’t get me wrong…Sundays spent sipping mimosas, all morning, are my real favorite but then my weeks reflect that. A big mimosa mess…lol.

Anyway, while the raindrops are needed, outside, raindrops are also needed to reorganize, prioritize, and get my life all moving right along…

Also, I love all of your song implants, and keep a list with each of you, and your songs, so that each can appear in a weblog…I love them, so much, and each one makes me smile.

I’m off to get my market orders in…my first raindrop task to accomplish!

Cosmic Pam

Mandolin Wind

When the rain came I thought you’d leave
‘Cause I knew how much you loved the sun
But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm
Through the darkest nights I’ve ever known
If the mandolin wind couldn’t change a thing
Then I know I love ya…
(Rod Stewart)

So much love for this song, for this album, for the pure pleasure of just sitting and letting the groove take over.

Aww, and the rain line, well, it was definitely a rain soaked market, this evening, but you all just smiled, and chatted, and spoke of appreciation of the market, of the little market sisterhood/brotherhood, and hoping that we would keep on keeping on.

No worries…this market is deep in my soul. Just like the music that I hold dear, this is my passion, and you, my lovelies, are so very important…all of you.

I’ve been on a Rod Stewart kick, lately. A Faces kick, lately, and I have flipped through my old collection of Rod Stewart albums. Like going home, again, and to borrow the title from this particular album, Every Picture Tells A Story…no words have ever been truer.

When I think of home in my soul, comfort in my heart, a feeling of peace and gratitude, this is my music. Spinning this vinyl, back in the day, is now spinning the vinyl in the here and now.

When I think of this market, and all of your sweet words, sweet messages, kindness, it’s like revisiting an old song, a long ago time, where it was just people helping people, and sharing the love.

I hope that this market brings to you the same peace, comfort, and soul happiness, as does an old song, an old feeling.

Tonight, I first would like to thank all of you for tossing out your song suggestions! They will all appear in my weblogs, this week. Thank you for your smiling faces, and your warmth. Thank you for giving me the gift of music via cds for me to listen to. And, thank you for sharing your Thursday early evenings with the market, and myself…

As I open the market, I want to let you all know that our friends at Freshwater Farms have been able to regroup, and get their production all caught up, and are able to now list all of your favorite products! We welcome them back…

And, as fellow producers, I would be lying if I didn’t say that in one way or another, we have been hit hard, since March. But, the struggles of us all, have landed here, and I am hopeful that I have been able to continue to steer the ship, while we all tried to keep calm waters.

Also, I am off of vacation mode, and am ready to bake for you! I spent the week planning for an event, tomorrow, and then I am all yours, again…

No mandolin wind couldn’t change a thing…

Go play some old school Rod Stewart…and, get your orders in while you groove the groove…

Cosmic Pam