This morning I took my two sons downtown to the farmer's market. It was a blissful experience this morning. Very warm for this time of year... short sleeves, a breeze and abundant sunshine. It was a full sensory experience. I smelled peppers and onions from the breakfast burrito stands, I heard 'somewhere over the rainbow' being played on saxaphone, I saw colorful displays of gourds, sweet babies, embracing pairs of siblings, friends, lovers, family. It's always a magical experience to go to the market and I regret not going more often this year especially seeing how much my boys enjoyed it.
My nine year old was intrigued by the whole farmers market idea... he hasn't been to one in a long time. It was a great opportunity to explain the importance of buying local and how it helps our environment. He's very in to 'going green' right now which is awesome.
We bought some sweet potatoes, Amish cookies and ... YARN! There was a lovely lady selling her handspun yarns. I bought two gorgeous golden purply red hanks of bumpy, beautiful yarn. I'm in love. It's easy to appreciate how special handspun yarn is. I REGRET that I lost the business card that the vendor gave me. I know so many of my local knitting friends would flock to her... this was the first week she's set up this season so it was serendipity. She's going to be at the market for the next two Saturdays and then will be setting up at the winter market as well.
Next weekend we're going again and my son is already talking about the steely gray yarn that he wants me to buy to make him a scarf and hat for winter... twist my arm, son, twist my rubber arm. :D