Name this mystery plant!
A vendor at the farmer’s market downtown was selling it for arrangements, along with bittersweet, red-twigged dogwood and other woodsy things. He did not know what it is, so I photographed it, hoping you would have an idea.
When I moved here last fall I went to the market every Saturday, and was so sad when the season came to an end. This year, because of my work schedule, I could not go a single time and missed it so much. I tried to console myself by biking to a small market on a weeknight, but it wasn’t the same as the merry, lazy, industrious, wholesome, decadent Saturday morning market.
So I took half a day off work just so I could go once before it ended, and I’m glad I did. I ate soup and bought pastries and hazelnuts and apple cider. I went home with collards, heirloom potatoes, parsnips, garlic and a bag of fresh salad greens.