one of the few things that I look forward to on the weekend is my Sunday visit to the local farmer’s market.
this market is not your run-of-the-mill super-mega-gigunda market.
it’s your good old-fashioned country market where you’re greeted at the door by a local farmer and the aroma of seasonal fruit.
a country market where there is a free cup of warm apple cider to cut the chill of a blustery winter.
a fresh-squeezed cup of lemonade, sold by the neighborhood children, to quench your thirst in the heat of the summer.
a country market where homemade bread is baked daily and the only thing more tempting than spending an hour catching up on the latest neighborhood happenings is the smell of freshly roasted coffee grounds.
and, although a seemingly small thing, the entire staff is well over twenty-five years of age.
that seemingly insignificant detail makes it more pleasant because you do not have to endure the lackadaisical disposition of today’s youth –
who have somehow managed to escape learning the fundamental lessons of social grace and respectful people skills.
Happy Sunday, Luv-lies
How did you spend your Sunday?
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