Who Can I Turn To?

Who Can I Turn To?
Psalm 4

We were at the farmer’s market (in Britain one would call it a street market). I really wanted new potatoes, which the New York Times had assured me should be available, but I was not surprised that East Coast information on such matters does not necessarily hold for California. All I could buy were small potatoes, which are by no means the same thing as new potatoes. We admired the tomatoes, strawberries, cauliflower, and peaches, but noted that they were twice as expensive as the ones in our local Hispanic store, and we came home empty-handed. We had been in a position to take a casual, touristy interest in the produce. We didn’t have to buy it—we could get it somewhere else. My wife was more interested in the idea of painting pictures of it...