We have a new Saturday ritual.
For the last month we have woken up to a Farmer’s Market in our park. We race to get dressed so we can join the merriment, visit with our neighbors, and buy local produce.
We eat lunch on our porch to the gentle sound of folk music as I ponder what to make with the season's harvest. By the afternoon, the stalls are cleaned up and there is no trace of the hustle and bustle of the market. But, we are left with a relaxed and satisfied feeling that makes our whole weekend feel more focused on family and home.