Each week we attend a variety of markets. So, today I thought I’d give a bit of a photo journey through one of our trips to the market. Complete with locally brewed beer, fresh wood-oven pizza, and lots and lots of community fun.
{Photo by my 5 year old…the blossoming photographer}
These are the words my five year old daughter uttered when she woke up Wednesday morning and realized that the day had finally arrived…the day of the first farmer’s market of 2012!
Even though the weather threatened storms, it held off long enough for us to make an appearance. It was truly wonderful to reconnect with those farming families we hadn’t seen since the end of October. We had a chance to chat, catch up with one another, and discuss this year’s harvest. This is why I love going to the market. There are true relationships formed when you interact directly with the person who grows your food. We grow a large majority of our own food, but we still attend the market each week to interact with others in our community. To feel a part of something real.
We left the market with a tote full of rhubarb (we cannot harvest ours until next year), local honey and some delicious brick oven pizza. Who could ask for a better morning? 🙂
Making of a Home 