Saturday mornings

So, around the corner from our house {4ish blocks away} there is a farmers market every Saturday morning. We have lived here for almost 3 years now, and.... very shamefully.... we did not visit the farmers market until Isabel was born  {?!?!}

Why????.....I ask myself this question every Saturday!!! The farmers market is The Best.
Seasonal fruits and veggies! Local! Organic! Honey! Soap! Pastries and coffee! Happy babies
// A man playing the accordion {if you squint your eyes you can pretend you're in a Parisian market..}
 // A man playing guitar and singing {if you squint your eyes again, you can imagine he's Taj Mahal}
// scented oils// flavored nuts & nut butters {Gelstons, quiet down.}
// local creamery dairy things -- cheeses, ice cream, eggs
I feel wholesome just being surrounded by those things.

A few weeks ago, we decided to participate in this crop sharing subscription at a local organic farm, where you pay at the beginning of the season, and then come every week to pick up your goodies. 

So every Saturday, we walk up there {and when I mentioned this to a friend recently she said, "ok Gwyneth Paltrow"....yes sure, I'll take it}...and choose our 4 items {wild}// Swiss chard, kale, purple potatoes, broccoli, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, leeks... It's heavenly. 
 And the vegetable soup made from this stuff is what vegetable soup should taste like, always.

This weekend, Izzie will be sampling the sweet potatoes.
Very exciting stuff happening here.
Wait til next year, when we go for a whole share.
Wildness. 

XO

Cassie