Aug 13, 2017

31 Days of Gratitude: Day 13

Day 13:  Farmer's Market

There's a farmer's market around the corner from our home every Sunday -- and I don't take it for granted. It's even there in the winter. By then there aren't many vendors, but our favorite vendor, a bread company, is always there. One of the owners is an older woman whose hair is silver and _____, meaning silver and pink or silver and purple, etc. Sometimes it's silver and a variety of colors to match a holiday. In the colder months she wears brightly colored coats or striped capes. She's clearly having a lot of fun. Plus the bread is fantastic.

There's usually a guitarist or other musicians (last Sunday there was a 4 piece band) playing music with a box to collect donations. They set up tables and chairs for folks to eat the prepared foods. And, at times, it feels like every baby and dog in the area is there.

Walking over and chatting with the vendors and getting fantastic peaches or corn or cheese or apples, etc. has become a tradition for Mike and me.  Mike always buys kim-chee (shudder). They also sell prepared foods, such as pies or apple sauce, dumplings; sometimes there's an ice cream truck or a guy serving made to order crepes, or crab cakes. Every Sunday we say we are going to buy some of the prepared food and every Sunday we put it off until "next" week. No clue why we do that, but it's been 4 years of farmer's market and we are still doing it.

There are times when it is hard for me to walk more than a few feet without stopping to catch my breath. On those times, Mike patiently waits and carries all the food. Other days I'm fine. That's just the way it is for now. Before we head out for the market, I always have a moment when I wonder which kind of morning it will be. Being a little short of breath is not that big of a deal, but it really upsets Mike, so we walk slowly, particularly when the sidewalk slopes up, hoping for a good day.

Here's hoping today is a good day for all of us.


Janelle said...

Clearly you need to stop, have a taste or three and have a rest before your journey home. Here's hoping you took your time and smelled the fresh bread. Mwah!

vdoyle8 said...

I'm a New Yorker. That means I walk fast. All the time. Thank you for the reminder that not everyone is just dawdling (which I will admit, frustrates me sometimes). I continue to pray for your good health.

Leslie Miller said...

I like to take my time and savor the experience. Wish our farmer's market was year round, but it stops after the fall harvest. Too much rain here. I, too, shudder at kim-chee.

SmilynStef said...

My husband loves Kimchee too ... :)