The farmers market this time of year is a feast for the eyes. There are bountiful vegetables. Crowds of people squeezing peaches, tucking kale and green beans into their baskets, sampling cherry tomatoes, balancing watermelons in one hand and reaching for fresh baked bread with the other.
There are patchwork blankets laid on the grass near the river and food is shuffled back and forth from the thriving stands. The smell of dumplings, fresh flowers and brick oven pizza waft through the air. A gypsy band plays for a clapping audience. There are giggling children who run through the grass past painters and a pile of fresh milled local yarn. oh, yes.
We rode bikes there this weekend. An adventure for us all. We collected delicious items for meals. We ate. We played. We went home with sticky hands from the plums and peaches eaten in the middle of it all. The bike home, over the hill, seemed a bit harder for sure. Not sure if it was the load of veggies or the extra dumplings....hmm.
I love the market this time of year. It's truly a delight to have such abundance within biking distance. I'm so grateful.
What did you do this weekend?