Once upon a time, a young family came to the crossroad of Forest and Hillside streets at the foot of a big blue hill called Great Blue Hill.
The sister said to her family, "I love this place so much - the land is plentiful, the people are friendly. Oh please, let's stay here." And so, the father and mother bought the land that became a farm nestled in a beautiful forest, in the magical town called Milton.
Then, as children do, they became very hungry. Reaching into his knapsack, the dark haired young man found nothing but a landscaping sketch pad, multi-colored pencils & some flint. The girl searched to the very bottom of her bag where she found her lucky, and very shiny smooth stone.
And so, with all the love, tenderness, and hope a family can have for one another, they made their way to the spring in the center of town.
Taking scraps of paper from his pad, his pencils and using only the finest kilndried wood, he built a fire. Using a lovely pot handcrafted by the sister, a kind and helpful town official filled it with water from the spring.
Looking at each other, they laughed and said, "Remember what Dad said. When you have cracked lemons, you make lemonade. Well we have a lot of water."
"I have my lucky stone," she said, "let's make stone soup."
"Stone soup?' the young man asked, "Yes, the girl said, "soup from a stone."
The news of the young brother and sister who were making soup from a stone spread throughout the town and created great quite a stir among the town's people. One person after another asked, "What are you cooking? What's that you have in the pot?"
"May we have some?" they asked.
"Yes, said the brother, but if we only had a carrot, it would be so much better, and then we could share it with you." "A carrot? What a great idea!" said one woman and she went to pluck one from her garden.
One town person after another began to donate.
A turnip, an onion, some sausage, anything that was in season and on hand was added.
So the town's people gathered at the little farm at the edge of the big Blue Hill to share the delicious soup that they had made together.
"This is wicked good!" said one, "I can't believe you made this incredible soup from a stone."
"We all made it! An awesome soup can be made from many, small, good things!" said the brother and sister. "By working together, with everyone contributing what they can, a greater soup is achieved."
As they said good-by to all their friends, the sister shouted, "Come again and we'll have some stone soup on Sunday. Wait, I have an idea, let's open a market where we sell the best of the earth's bountywinter, spring, summer and fall. And you will come here to meet and find food and enjoy each other's company! And we will call it stonesoup sundays @ the farm." And everyone cheered.
That's how the sister's idea for a market with local seasonal and exceptional food and crafts came to be known as stonesoup sundays @ the farm.