farmers' market: where I'm not
You have no idea how much I want to be at the farmers' market right now. Well, okay, if you read my Saturday morning entries with any regularity you probably do have some idea.
But: I'm moving on Friday (this is me, not hyperventilating with terror), and the fridge isn't quite empty yet, and even though we're not going far it still doesn't make sense to move a lot of perishables. So no market for me this week, either today or Tuesday.
The new homestead has a Friday morning market within easy biking distance (under two miles) which you may be sure I'll check out; it's tiny compared to my usual one, though, and I have no idea whether there will be any organic farms represented. Cross your fingers for me, please.
But: I'm moving on Friday (this is me, not hyperventilating with terror), and the fridge isn't quite empty yet, and even though we're not going far it still doesn't make sense to move a lot of perishables. So no market for me this week, either today or Tuesday.
The new homestead has a Friday morning market within easy biking distance (under two miles) which you may be sure I'll check out; it's tiny compared to my usual one, though, and I have no idea whether there will be any organic farms represented. Cross your fingers for me, please.