I'm beginning my third year in this small town. I know this because Ed Lester's peach trees are in bloom again.
Ed Lester owns a farm directly across the Red River from my house. The peach trees bloom a pinkish purple, usually right before Easter. When I come across the bridge each morning, I'm shadowed by his orchard, bounded by his vegetable fields.
He should be opening his vegetable market before too long. I'm always surprised, because I never expect anyone to sell fresh produce this early in the spring. He must grow his first batch in his greenhouses--the fields are still fallow, just being plowed.
More on this as the spring and summer progress. I can't wait for the first batch of yellow squash and the vine ripe tomatoes. His prices are reasonable; his produce just tastes better than storebought.