Last week I was disappointed on Saturday morning because it was rainy and I had anticipated my trip to the farmer’s market all week long. So this morning as I lay in bed listening to one little song bird outside my bedroom window singing all sorts of melodies and rhythms I figured he wouldn’t be singing so happily if it were raining so I knew I’d be going to the Farmer’s market.
It was a lively scenes with white tent tops and fresh faced people meandering from stall to stall carrying bundles of fresh produce and bunches of flowers.
It’s a fun place to chat with strangers because we already know we have something in common, we’re up early on Saturday to go to the market! And vendors especially are eager to have a friendly chat as they get to know their customers. It’s my idea of a great time. Craig however, though he does enjoy going with me, opted for a quiet morning and a bike ride. Truth be told he enjoys my excitement at meeting new people rather than actually meeting people himself. That’s ok, we can be different.
I couldn’t leave without some fresh broccoli, micro greens for my salads, broccoli sprouts, lentil sprouts, and bunches and bunches of gorgeous flowers!
All the while I wandered, lost myself in finding subjects for my camera, a man played a happy tune on his guitar. I might have even sashayed from stall to stall.
I tried to wake up Jack to come with me because I know he would have enjoyed it, but he said, “aw mom, this is my morning to sleep in.” I told him you already did it’s nine, and he just smiled reached out for a hug and said, “mom just give me a kiss and I’ll see you later.” (brother, I’ve said that a thousand times.)