![]() We met new folks coming from faraway places. We tore into the ‘mallows and gummy bears as we relaxed. It’s a classic tribute to be forever part of the Market.Īfter we made our purchases, we relaxed on the porch to watch the fellow shoppers. Not only does the rare wartime truck provide an eye-catching representation of the owner’s passions but she has also paid homage to the builder of the Market with the existing signage on the door. As a tribute to the beginnings, a nice little hint can be found on the 1941 Chevrolet beauty resting in the front. For once upon a time, “Van’s Fruit Market” was well-known by the locals as a place to find canned goods, dried fruits, and flowers. If you slow down enough and desire to see hints of history, you will find the hidden tales. As someone who loves stories, I stuck around to hear the humble beginnings. The Ozark Country Market has a deep history. We snapped a family picture in front of the sweet-tooth section. If time allowed, I could spend hours upon hours, and still miss some of the treasures. Our family was laughing with fellow shoppers as we enjoyed each other’s company. Once we reunited, we continued to look through the Market discussing all the various talents our state possesses, and completely forgot about our wagon sitting on the porch! Time had somehow slipped away inside these walls. ![]() I slowly made my way over to reign in the boys of the family! The cart had begun to burst with the toddler selections and I could do nothing but laugh. As I was looking through the assembled gift baskets, soaps, candles and the healthier goods, the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of a cart overflowing with goodies! Our smallest shopper had selected way too many candies including his favorites gummy bears and tiny marshmallows shaped like moons and stars. She starts in the town of Heber Springs and includes quality items from all over our wonderful state. The owner has handpicked each product, whether it be a food item, houseware or artisan-ware. I value local and they only carry Arkansas items and Amish goods. Being someone who has grown up on a farm and produced everything from honey to crafts, the Market is a treat for me. I was not bothered being left alone to wander. I began looking through all the Market had to offer with my family by my side, but I soon found myself alone, as they departed toward the old-fashioned candy shelves. He returned telling me he wanted to help mommy shop. Once inside, as always, my son ran for the child-sized cart. I was more focused on my fluffy-puffy flowers on the porch and the goodies to browse. I have heard tales of the entire Market, customers included, singing “Build Me Up Buttercup” as the owner pulls the red guitar right off the wall! This visit, I left the music opportunity on the wall for there were not enough voices beside my own. I believe one of the reasons I go so often is to catch my own version of the owner’s musical gifting. ![]() I know this place cares about my experience not just my purchase. I have never worried whether my toddler was welcome, as he dominated the tiny shop cart on every visit. Part of the reason we included this in our family day had a lot to do with friendship and family love. I felt the warmth of her smile and the happiness of her heart as the folks walked through her squeaky screen door. We were inevitably greeted with a cheerful “howdy, how you doin’?!” On this trip, the owner was there to greet us on our adventure. When we entered the Market, we felt an atmosphere full of love, and family. Finally, we narrowed down our selections and made our way inside. ![]() The vast choices made it difficult to pick just one flower or just one pumpkin. As the wagon squeaked behind we found ourselves touching pumpkins, taking pictures, and kissing flowers (because being gentle to the flowers translated to kissing them for a toddler). We grabbed a wagon and slowly made our way through the beauty before us. But once the smallest member of the family saw the flowers, pumpkins, and wagons there was no going inside. As my family started our path to the Market, my toddler was quite excited to see the indoor goodies, pumpkins, and what the owner calls her “fluffy-puffy flowers”.Īs soon as we arrived, my plans were to start inside and then move to the outdoor display. The hidden gem has great offerings all times of the year this fall was no exception. This small little market, now known as The Ozark Country Market, has become one of my family’s favorite places to visit. Over the last few years, it has become a not-so-common experience. The market on top of the mountain is a common phrase in Heber Springs, Arkansas. ![]()
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