Saturdays

For as long as I can remember, I have gone to a farmer’s market. When Don was working I used to go to Plymouth early while the kids were still sleeping. I would buy my produce and always a bouquet of flowers. Then I would get myself a coffee and something to eat with it and sit by the fountain and watch people. It was so relaxing

Then I started going to the market in Farmington on Saturday mornings. I often took Riley with me and we went out for breakfast afterward. And then, everybody wanted to go; Brady, Karen, Riley (if she wasn’t working) and Karen. We all went to breakfast either before or after the market. That got to be too much money so everyone came over here after the market for breakfast and Don made pancakes. It was a fun morning. 

Now, Don and I go alone. We have a normal breakfast before we go and then go early. I mentioned to Don that it was a little lonely. But all is well and we bought some portobello mushrooms to grill tonight with burgers. I bought a pretty pair of earrings from a new vender and we bought salad mix, raspberries, green beans and broccoli sprouts. And then we went home…alone. 

I realize time changes things and I’m okay with that. Brady wants to sleep in, Karen wants to walk early before it gets hot and Riley has places to go. All in all it’s been a good morning. I got the laundry done and some scrapbooking done and I feel good. No headache yet.