I feel more should be said about the art of the greengrocer. Something that acknowledges the beautiful patterns and arrangements they create on a daily basis, that takes into account the way they work with lovely colours, textures, shapes and sizes, and appreciates the way they brighten up our streets and markets with wonderful outdoor displays and their very own set of typefaces ('Greengrocer Antiqua', 'Fruiterer Old Face', 'Market San Serif or 'Grocer Bold' perhaps?).
I don't count supermarkets because they have planograms which take all the fun out of fruit and vegetable arranging and mean you can't put your long, white leeks next to your spherical, red apples should you happen to fancy doing so early one morning.
I mean greengrocers who take pride in making creative, inventive and visually pleasing displays with whatever is available on the day.
Greengrocers who can and do change plans at any time, move produce around to catch the eye or sell faster, and manage ever-changing tableaux which never stay the same.
Despite being remarkably visible and easily found, the art of the greengrocer gets little recognition. Yet day after day, in often miserable weather, it pops up in tiny villages, small towns and big cities, next to tube stations (below) and bus stations, in farm shops and smart shops. It may be part of the streetscape and one of many retail arrangements, but nothing beats it for appeal, brightness, and sheer juiciness.
Fresh art. Every day.