#NaBloPoMo, Farmer's Market, Friendships, NaBloPoMO, Randomness, WeekEnd Luv

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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.

  and

  a fresh-squeezed cup of lemonade, sold by the neighborhood children, to quench your thirst in the heat of the summer.

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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?

Do tell …..

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Farmer's Market, Food, Mindful Eating

I Missed Most of the Goodness by Ten Minutes!!!

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Hello, again, Luv-lies

You will not believe this!

…. my new found weekend treasure, the  neighborhood Farmer’s Market    {here to stay… at least for the summer and early fall} opens at ten. With ten minutes to wait before the {proverbial} doors opened, I ran home – for what was suppose to be ‘a few minutes’.

Those ‘few minutes’ turned into two hours! … and, unbeknownst to me, the market went on, despite me….

By the time that I arrived – just two hours after opening!- every vendor had sold out of everything…. except one vendor. The only remnant that she had left to prove that she was there, was this flavorfully delightful…

Fruit-infused Chai Tea. Now, I don’t know what this woman does with a chai tea bag, but it is, by all accounts, decadent! I wish that I could share the taste with you…. beyond the ‘mmmmmmmmm’.

So, I have already vowed that next Sunday, I will be – in line, if necessary- waiting to feast my eyes on goodness of the local growers.

And, of course, I’ll share….

How has your weekend been?
Do tell……

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