:: at the market ::

:: JMJ :: 
















:: A recent Saturday morning found mom and I at the local Farmer's Market, fulfilling a timeless summer tradition. Home-cooked, home-grown, home-made, there is a certain atmosphere at the market that strikes me deeply. It has simplicity. It provides inspiration. From good produce to beautiful flowers to stunning fibers, the theme rings true. Home-cooked, home-grown, home-made. A booth with a man from Greece selling Baklavas, a sweet desert from his homeland. Three generations man a stand, grandfather, father, son; they sell their fruits, the products of a lived family tradition, sharing a little bit of home. Home ... home ... home. That is the motif that drifts in the air of the market each Saturday morning. Every stand eagerly and hospitably presents a little bit of home to the passer-by. It really is very cozy way to spend a morning. 

Saturday morning's at the market are timeless, treasured. We always return home with a new understanding and appreciation of home. The treasures acquired at the market, tucked away into the bulging net bag, might be cooked, planted, watered, knitted, eaten ... and a new dimension of home is added into our family, our home. A new tradition, inspiration, flavor, experience. Home. :: 

:: Graci Rose Stefania :: 

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