in this person's opinion anyway

Peonies are still available at my farmers market.  As long as they are there, they come home with me.  Here is this week's bunch.

I love nothing better than selecting my stems from the buckets, then coming home and picking out a vase. When I turn around after paying and see new relationships forming, that's pretty good too. These two had lots to discuss. 

Beets, swiss chard, cherries and fennel were just some of the things available this week.

I was most excited about the fennel because I recall last year looking for some later in the year, to make a soup, and learning it was more of a spring crop.  I have no idea what I did with that recipe that I was certain was going to be a winner.

Notebooks, computer files, and internet searches were done.  Cookbooks pulled out.  Different recipes selected.  

It seems like eons since I made soup to take for lunch at work. 

I liked how this future version of myself selected flowers to match her top. I wanted to follow her home and see what her post market routines are.  

Instead, I did my best to select a tablecloth that went with the peonies.

Then took pictures, and more pictures, and more pictures.  

Because you can't have too many photos of peonies in one post. In this person's opinion anyway.  

Comments

[jacki long]

I agree! L love our trips to the Farmers Market.

[Vicki in Michigan]

Love your market trips. :-) Thank you for sharing them with us.

Peonies are my fave..........

[Dianne King]

Those peony pics of yours always grab me by the heart! Is there anything n nature more gorgeous than a peony? I think not! Thanks for always sharing such delicious gorgeousness with us...

[carol]

Dianne: when I come to visit you so I can play with all your CATS, I will bring you a giant bouquet of peonies!! Carol

[Chrissy]

You are so lucky with your farmers market. I especially look forward to your recipe ideas.

The picture of beetroot reminds me suddenly that my Dad had an allotment when we were small. He used to wheel us up there in his garden barrow and we'd bring home, among other lovely things, beetroots the size of golf balls, or even smaller, with an unforgettable sweet taste.

[carol]

Chrissy: what a lovely memory to have from when you were so young. Thanks for telling me about it. I am picturing it in my mind. I so loved the allotment gardens in Stockholm. Like nothing I had ever seen before. It was like a fairy tale. Carol