I know in my last entry I made reference to my favorite day being Monday, but I have to admit that Saturday gives Monday a run for its money! Saturday is the day I hit the road bright and early to Decorah for the Farmer's Market.
I have to come to fall in love with the sights I see every weekend as I peruse each vendor's stall. Everything (and even a little more!) under the sun seems to be down at that little itty bitty strip of parking lot. From fresh produce to delicious baked goods to charming crafts and beyond. The other weekend, I was even treated to a one-of-a-kind poem written on the spot by a sweet, young poet! My very favorite part about strolling through the Farmer's Market, though, is being surrounded by such beautiful displays of flowers and how they make my heart swell with warm memories.
My love of flowers stems (a nice little play on words, don't you think!) back to my childhood. As a young girl, my sisters and I spent hours toiling with Mother in her many flower beds. Mother lived up to every bit of her nickname "Mama Green Thumb", and our yard was proof. Her talent was known throughout the region. Relatives, neighbors, even complete strangers would call Mother up or stop by to chat about this flower or that. When it came time for me to start a flower bed of my own, I was determined to continue the family tradition. Unfortunately, I did not inherit my mother's gift. My flower beds, when I am lucky enough to get any to grow at all that is, just do not compare.
What I am simply trying to say is thank goodness for the Farmer's Market! Not only can I pick up produce for the week, find a sweet treat for my grandkids and learn new craft ideas; I can also fondly reminisce about the days of old and "Mama Green Thumb" as I take in the stunning colors and scents of all the flowers. What better way to spend a Saturday.