Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday farmers markets are one of the best uses of Saturday time. You walk, you breathe deep, pretty things catch your glance. If you shut your eyes you can smell strawberries and herbs, grapefruit and cherry juice. It's like kicking all the big stores in the backside and sending them on home. Farmer's Markets are special, people take their time to peruse, often not on any sort of mission at all.
The Spring blooms always catch my eye. Every shade between red and yellow, and that's just the ranunculas. Sometimes I wonder if the flower farmers stop to think about how much joy people like me get out of a simple bouquet of flowers - blooming brilliant colors for a week, maybe two, in vases of milk glass.
Special Saturdays, holding hands, strolling with my loved one - the Farmer's Market is the place for me. It can be a romantic stroll for two, a treasure hunt for others, and a simple tag along outing for pony-tailed little girls. A place for noticing new things, getting back to food fresh from the picking, seeing a community wake up from a sleepy Saturday morning --- throw off the calico sheets and feather blankets! Dress yourself and come outside, all bright and early. Yes, these are the things I love about the farmer's market.
I took some of these home, how could I resist?
Beauty in tangibility.
Hope your weekend was satisfying -