Last week she wore soothing shades of blue. Her funky skirt matched her usual spunk and she seemed to radiate even more cheeriness than normal. I love this girl's abruptness and randomness. We were caught up in a conversation and mid-sentence she said, "Hey, you want some used shirts of mine?" holding up a fistful of clothes.
When we were talking she noticed I was barefoot and said, "You're my type of girl. I was so hot, but after taking off my shoes I felt like I got a little taste of heaven."
A little later she noticed some of the cookies I had for sale and said, "Ooohhh, so much delicious food! I have to stay away from that type of food now though. I took a "little test" yesterday that told me I needed to avoid the junk food. We all have to make sacrifices, even for good things."
When she was saying this I was thinking,"What is she referring to? A test? Is she pregnant?"
I said, " Are you expecting?"
"Yes," she said with a blush.
"Oh my goodness!" and we both squealed with delight.
"You know, you are the first person I've told today." she said with a giggle.
The smile on that girl's face was precious. She is someone I hardly know, but she felt comfortable enough to tell me her exciting news. That was special and her smile was even more memorable.
I love the smiles I see when I go to the market. Yes, it's true that not everyone is in a good mood on market day. Even I have arrived with a frown on my face because I stubbed my toe or burned a batch of bread. You never know. My point is, the smiles that are given and received at the farmer's market are something truly special.
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| My blown-glass jar |
The Bartering: Last week was a slow day. When I say slow, I mean slooooooww. It was fun, but not very profitable. As the market day came to an end, I had a fair amount of left over bread. After gathering up enough courage, I asked a couple of the vendors if they would barter something for a loaf of bread. A woman who sold a variety of plants, bartered a succulent plant for a loaf of Onion Dill Bread. The girl with the blown glass bartered a jar for a variety of goods. Now, how cool is that?? I felt like a little girl who had just been given the best gift ever, as I walked away with my treasures.
The music: Last week, three teenagers came to the market with one cello and two violins. Their skill and style was exceptional. They confidently piled out of their car and "set up shop" on the village gazebo. When they started playing, they stopped everyone in their tracks. I was speechless and listened in awe. Music is something that I love and something I've worked hard at my whole life. When I listened to these three play their music, it filled my heart with joy. The girl playing the cello had her head bent while listening intensely to each note she played. One of the boys playing the violin, played each interval,sharp,and flat with passion and his hands danced with agility over his violin strings.
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| My succulent |
These are just a few things that I love about the farmer's market. Come to the market to experience them for yourself.
