I'm ready for a change of seasons, but the Saturday Market makes me wish it could stay summer forever.
Fresh flowers from my husband.
Red, red tomatoes, ripe and juicy and full of flavor.
Plump, deep purple eggplant.
Fresh green beans that crunch with wonderful, watery green flavor in my mouth.
Breakfast on the steps of the Guthrie listening to music and the babble of babies nearby.
Urban scenery. Architecture both old and new...a feast for my eyes.
Smell of fresh baked bread.
Coming home and thinking about how glad I am to be here.
Neighbor coming to her window to talk while I brush wolfie at the side door.
Quiet Saturday streets.
Making me even more glad to be here.
The flowers now in a lime green vase in the middle of the table.
Veggies in a pile on the counter.
Cup of coffee and writing time.
The goodness of summer on Saturdays is this.