As at most farmers markets, table after table came stocked with goodies, touted for their locally grown, healthy, organic qualities. Baby boomers in berets mingled with twenty-somethings in dreadlocks, eyeballing potted plants, pasta, pizza, cute little cupcakes and Mason jars full of green buds — lots of jars.
This was not your grandpa’s market. It was the first
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“”Not in my lifetime,”” said Nancy, 61, who didn’t want to disclose her last name for privacy reasons. She uses cannabis to ease her chronic back pain and said it was nice to be able to talk to some of the two dozen pot providers on hand about the effects of various strains.
And what strains they were. The purple- and orange-tinged buds sported names such as Dark Vader, Kungfoo Goo, White Widow, Green Queen and God. And vendor names? Among them, the Herban Collective and Delectable Medibles.
Brochures described their qualities in terms that could have been cribbed from a sommelier. The Black Rhino sold at Ken’s Medicine Bowl has a “”subtle berry scent”” and “”full bodied fruity flavor.”” The White Knight features “”complex fragrance”” with “”hints of citrus”” flavor.
Proprietor
The idea for the farmers market — first held in
Market founder
Miller said he felt welcome in
There was no sign of police Sunday morning at the event. “”It’s not a big deal,”” police spokesman