I managed to make it to the farmers market on Saturday just before the sky opened up and the rains fell.
Potential for rain always slows down the pace at the farmers market. A little grayer, a little cooler, a few less people, lots of time to chat. If you want to. Or you can just look at lilacs in cowboy boots and fresh garlic, maybe some succulents in sea shells.
I love cruising the booths. First pass for photo ops. Second pass for purchases. Third pass to see if there is anything I might have missed. I stood for a long time over the strawberry plants. One day I am going to have my very own patch. I can absolutely see myself searching under leaves for berries and then coming inside to eat them for breakfast.
I was excited to see the addition of a "torched to order" creme brulee stand. Seven fifteen on a Saturday morning was too early this week. Seven forty five sounds like the perfect time. Next week. For sure.
I didn't get any edible flowers either. But they sure would be pretty on this plate of Texas White sheet cake I am eating right this second. I always think about garnish for guests. Never for myself. That should change.
I did buy myself a nice big bag of fresh salad greens. Nothing beats the flavor of super fresh greens. Plus they last so much longer than the ones you buy at the grocery store.
Next week I am crossing my fingers for peony's. I love casting my mind forward. Thinking about what might or might not be coming in the weeks ahead. Knowing if it's not next week it will be soon after.