Saturday morning walks to the farmers market have become a very favorite part of our summer weekend routine.
7 am is Z’s usual Saturday morning wake-up time.
We pull her into bed with us to stretch out our lazy morning as long as possible.
With the aid of storybooks and iphone videos of sesame street, we can usually buy ourselves at least another 30 minutes of cuddling.
A great to start to the day!
After that she hops in the shower with me.
Simon then takes her downstairs for some breakfast while I do a bit of expedited primping:
Hair goes up in a wet-bun, a touch of blush and mascara is applied…
and I typically try to throw on a cute-ish dress
(You never know who you might see at the market. Word on the street is that Kristin Cav was walking around the cucumber booth looking all cute and pregnant a few weeks ago!)
You know it is a good morning when the toughest choice you have to make is
Red wagon or Pink trike
Once settling on Z’s preferred mode of transportation, the 3 of us make the 2 block walk to the Division Street farmers market.
We have set flight-path for the market:
One walk-though to assess the best looking berries and to see which vendor has the greatest selection of pastries (croissants tend to go quickly!)
Then another stroll through the stalls to pick up our staples:
Veggies for the week
2 bunches of sunflowers for the kitchen table
A smiley face cookie, of course
And anything else that strikes our fancy
We try to time things so that by the time grab an iced coffee and make our way home, Z is just about ready for her morning nap.
I have noticed that by about Thursday - we make a concerted effort to use up the bounty from last week’s trip to the market…
and that is about when I start looking forward to the Saturday that lies ahead.
It is nothing all that special….
but to me it is.
Quality time, you know.
All of this to say: I love my Farmers Market.
