I started this drawing last summer, when I brought home my latest coup from the Farmers' Market. I loved that Market, and the highlight of my week was going there on Friday mornings and wandering through the bounty of gorgeous vegetables and fruit. But I had to break up with them. They became less and less of a "farmers" market and more of a boutique type of market that sold trendy mustards and upscale teas. But I stuck with them to support the local farmers. Then they lost their lease in the center of town and moved to the far southeast corner of the city where both of the other farmers' markers also are. The final blow (and what led to the actual breakup) was that they didn't invite a lot of the local farmers to have space there, deciding instead to go with the imported boutique type shops. That's unforgivable and they should forfeit the right to call themselves the "Farmers' Market" since very few of the vendors are selling locally grown produce or even locally made products. A few of the disenfranchised farmers set up a make-shift market in the parking lot of the casino, and I'll go there to support them if they are allowed to continue outside of the umbrella of the "official" market. Sad but true.