Tis the season for cherries at the Farmers' Market this morning - some were served up in pre-weighed bowls, some in massive piles of ruby red orbs and, disturbingly, some handed out by a man dressed in a large cherry suit (I kid you not) and scaring small children with his high-pitched squeals. Truly frightening.
In other good news, the stonefruit vendor is back with his trays of nectarines and peaches - just follow the crowds to find him, and expect to line up for your tray.
Apart from that, oranges in their net bags are back, there are black buckets of green beans (snow beans and flat beans - this photo has not been retouched, they are just this shade of green!) and piles of lettuce. Plaited garlic strands are back too, just in time for Christmas.
Sadly, my favourite potato man has opened up a store in Orange and is no longer coming down to the market, or so Anne the Egg Lady tells me. And he promised me Tasmanian pink eyes this season too! Unfortunately, I think Orange might be a little too far for me to go for a bag of potatoes. Sob sob.
So with cherries and stonefruit everywhere I look, it's time to put up the Christmas tree!