Saturday, I drove downtown and flip-flopped over to the first farmers market of the season! Walking down sunny, quiet blocks I kept thinking, “This is the day the Lord has made.” Usually, the first market is ushered in by blustery winds and regrets about leaving mittens and scarves at home. Michelle and I looked at all the pretty flowers and sniffed a lonely basil plant among flats of fennel. Oh, I’ll miss these early summer mornings.
My apologies—I don’t have the proverbial picture of asparagus to accompany this post. :)
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