One can only gad about Yellow Springs for so long before coming to a halt at the village limits. So come let us meander to a land of melody, mirth, meadow, and mist: It can only be Ireland.

We begin our show this morning at the farmers’ market. Which farmers’ market, you ask? So then I ask: Isn’t it amazing that in a town of our size, one has to ask, which farmers’ market? That’s right, folks, Yellow Springs is home to no less than three farmers’ markets.

If I’m not running around downtown, you may find me at Dunphy’s hanging out with my favorite villager, Coconut. I first met Coconut on New Year’s Eve, 2007. I’d been gone from Yellow Springs for over a year, was just visiting for the holidays.

I would like to introduce you to Yellow Springs. And even if you’ve lived here all your life, you may not have been properly introduced. By Vanessa Query