As a shopper I feel as if I’m a bit of a farmers’ market pro. I grew up in Baltimore and the best market I’ve ever been to was just a couple of minutes from our house and most Saturdays we went to get bread and vegetables for the week, and often flowers because they were too pretty to resist. This week I found out I have been approved to have my very own table at a market in a great little town just south of here. Opening day is tomorrow and today I have last-minute jitters as if tomorrow were the first day of school. What should I wear? Will I make any friends? What if I get lost and forget something important? Which reminds me!!! I had better go and get change from the bank.