I love our sweet little town… I love Saturdays in the city… Farmer’s Market day. Such a feel. I love the busyness and all the people meandering around in and out of little magic veggie booths. I love how everyone has their own little way of carrying their veggies. Woven baskets, antique wooden bins. I think everyone tries to make their own little farmer’s market memory… if these baskets could talk. Maybe some were found on an island when one travelled, a visit to Provence, passed down from a Grandmother… My basket is quite special… the strawberry stains, the weathered handle… I carry it everywhere. It’s from Africa and I could just kiss the person that made it!
When we walk around the market people are buzzing… talking about weather, their dogs, their babies… You start to talk about the fresh cilantro… one will ask what you will do with it… then you speak about recipes… gosh maybe even invite them for a coffee.
People in our town are so friendly…