to market
June 24, 2016 § 4 Comments
Maybe it was the predictable pattern of beach days or the sudden breeze that pulled at loose ends and shuffled my sense of order, but yesterday found me gathering the kids into a different direction as we headed to our local farmers market.
Crowded sidewalks with broken lines and overlapping conversations trailed behind us like small children with sticky fingers. Fresh produce and artisan baked goods bookending handmade gifts and overpriced lemonade. We ate curled into shade to avoid hot park benches and window shopped air conditioned offerings.
Colors like street performers created a riot of music that drew the eye pushing us through currents of congested shoppers. We sampled and explored until our bellies were full and the sun slanted against our backs, each child lost to an unexpected treasure and eager for silence.
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Our community markets are this weekend Marie. I love the idle chatter, bumping into friends, and the surprises that jump out to snare the unwary. They seem to have a life of their own 😀
The farmers markets are larger in our new community, I’m enjoying getting to know the personality of their offerings.
Nothing beats a farmer’s market on a summer day. I so look forward to the one in our town each Saturday. Hope your kids continue the tradition when they get older . . .
Me, too.