Off of West Tisbury Road, in Katama, the beachy section of Edgartown, just a few minutes away from my home on Martha’s Vineyard, is this glorious farm stand; Morning Glory Farm. They have their own fields and sell their own produce throughout the season, open from just before Memorial Day until the day before Thanksgiving, but have grown significantly throughout the 26 years since we’ve come to this island and now carry much more than just their own produce.
They have a wonderful bake shop with home made pies and breads. My favorite summer treat is their zucchini bread (with maybe a bit of cream cheese). This was before I became more aware of my food choices, seven years ago. I could go crazy with that stuff. It was such a sweet treat.
A few years ago, they significantly rebuilt and added on, so it is more of a general store, with a refrigerated section, selling meats, dairy, all sorts of unusual and yummy salads; one-stop shopping, though the bill will set you back a ridiculous amount.
They offer their own cook books, baking tips, exotic apples, a garden store, coffee and hot muffins, cut flowers and an inviting farmer’s porch to sit and chat with friends while you share the island gossip. I was on that porch with an out-of-town friend nine years ago when I got the call that my mother was on her way to the hospital with her final, fatal illness.
We wait for their sweet corn to come in, for the sun flowers to rise in their fields, open their faces and follow the path of the sun all day, only to be cut into magnificent bouquets for us to bring home and enjoy for days in our homes, their golden aura bringing the light inside.
A dear friend gleans in their fields one day a week. They let islanders come and, as in the Bible, what cannot be picked up by the big harvesting machines, is picked up by hand by the gleaners. Some is brought home, but some is set aside for the needy on the island, for there is much need here. It is a remarkable gesture.
Just walking into the store makes one smile, as the smells are divine. People scurry by, hurried by the day. But if you have the time to appreciate the abundance and variety, it is a feast for the senses. Just remember to bring your wallets.
Retired from software sales long ago, two grown children. Theater major in college. Singer still, arts lover, involved in art museums locally (Greater Boston area). Originally from Detroit area.