Just up the way is a darling little farmer’s market. Each time I enter, my heart palpitates a bit. It’s like stepping into the very charm of country life. A local farmer actually tended his garden until it produced a harvest. It wasn’t shipped or imported. Somehow, that makes the experience more authentic. Ah…that’s it. It’s the authenticity and the old-fashioned format that make the Farmer’s Market my heart go pitter-pat.
Plump, vine-ripened tomatoes.
Resplendent citrus and avacado. Vibrant, leafy greens.
Mmmm. A full bounty.
I plan to plant my first garden in the next few weeks. My roomie’s dad is coming to help us build the planters. Soon, I will have my own farmer’s market in my backyard. Yippee!
What do you think I should plant?!
