Main Street Square Farmers Market, Rapid City

The more serious side of the booth

My daughter Cheri (above) helped me sell an amazing quantity of pottery for a first day of market, early spring, distressingly chilly day. We arrived a few minutes after 7 am, found our parking space, and began hauling out boxes. Selling pottery isn’t like selling jewelry. Everything must be carefully packed for the journey down from the mountain, and the unsold pieces have to be rewrapped, reboxed, and repacked when it’s all over. Only the kettle corn guy remained with us as we loaded the last few boxes, carefully placing them so they couldn’t slide around in the truck bed.

And here are some of the wackier pieces. I call them ‘whimsical.”

People wandered about, laughing and talking, coming together into groups and then scattering like birds. Musicians strummed and sang and mothers commanded, “Don’t touch, now!” Alas, Cheri and I were shivering under our nice shady awning, but one can’t have everything. Sales kept us busy, and  that more than made up for the seasonal chill. The Main Street Square staff did a great job getting the word out, and the people of Rapid City responded not only in numbers but also in shoppers looking to buy. That it was the Saturday before Mothers’ Day no doubt helped a great deal, but I now have high hopes for the rest of the season.