For at least two-thirds of my life, my family has shopped at the Clayton Farmers Market, about fifteen minutes from my childhood home in the suburbs of St. Louis, Missouri. My mother has made friends with all of her favorite farmers and is fiercely loyal to them. She has been known to say, "There is nothin better than a MISSOURI FARMER TOMATA." The same goes for peaches, apples, melons, cherries, blackberries, broccoli, brussel sprouts, beets, lettuce, grass-fed beef, and clover-fed pork.
Over the years some of her farmers have decided to stop coming to market for various reasons. Some transition to restaurant supply, go to other markets, others drop off the grid completely. She called me the other day saying that one of the farmers who has been there from the beginning, Brett from Biver Farms, isn't coming back next year. When I asked her why she forwarded me this letter from him:
Dear Friends and Patrons,
I am saddened to say that I must retire from my half of Biver Farms. I sincerely appreciate the many bonds that have been made over the last 15 years and I feel as if I could not have had a better clientele. While my reasons are divers, I came to a realization this past April that my occupation is both financially and emotionally unjustifiable. I have since known that this would be my final season.
I encourage all of you to support the Clayton Farmers Market, and the talented growers and artisans that participate. I know that the kind words of support that so many of you shared with me over the years truly helped me and believe it iperitive that you support me the other vendors in a similar way. I am sure that if given enough support, the market can achieve the potential that it possesses.
I hope to somehow, someway keep in touch with many of you who have never failed to impress or inspire me over these many years. I ask that you provide contact information to help me to do so on the sheet provided. I do not yet have a firm bearing on my future, but I believe that it will be agriculturally or educationally orientated. While I greatly appreciate the rich experiences of my past, I look forward with a good deal of excitement and anticipation.
Thank you all so much,
Brett Palmier
I would be lying if I said I didn't get a little misty-eyed reading it through. In order to purchase anything Brett brought to market, you had to get in line right at 8am when the market opened. He was one of the most popular stands, with a line 30 people deep at any given time, all eager to buy his fresh organic produce. It's heartbreaking that good people trying to make an honest living cannot because of extraneous circumstances. I wish Brett the very best and know he will be dearly missed.

