Monday, October 8, 2012
Farmer's Market Finds
Purple carrots and yellow tomatoes. The feel of paper money slipping through your fingers instead of a plastic cards. Coins clinging in your pocket. A soft reggae version of "I'm Yours" plays in the background.
Must be farmer's market.
I walk home with three bags filled with goodies -- carrots and fresh greens, local honey and just-baked bread, smoked salmon and heirloom tomatoes with the dirt still on them -- and I ask myself, "Why don't I do this more often?"