The Farmer's Market: A Festival of Color

I love shopping at our local farmer's market. Everything is organic and fresh. It's a feast for the eyes and soul as well as the body; a festival of color. Buckets abundantly filled with cut flowers; bins, boxes and baskets overflowing with luscious fruits and vegetables; and tables of fresh baked goods, fish, honey, sorbet and coffee. Tantalizing smells of fresh produce waft through the air, alive with the energy of those shopping and sampling. There's  a bit of an "old world" feel, similar to the feeling I had when I shopped the open air markets while visiting Paris and other European cities. It feels good to shop at the farmer's market. It feels good to buy fresh, local, organic food and support the farmer's who grow it and make it available. I know I'm getting quality, healthy, fresh, organic food and I love the eye candy; there's never a shortage for great photo taking. It's a highlight of my week. 

Clear Blue

Clear blue sky,
Sunshine
intoxicating,
warm on my skin.
Summer is just around the corner.
Walking feels good
to my body
to my heart
to my soul.
I love
being outside
in the fresh morning air,
pink and white blossoms
against a bright blue sky
colors of spring,
standing in the light.

Signs of Spring

"Beauty is not caused. It is."

~Emily Dickinson

There are signs of the coming spring all around now. Pink and white blossoms have begun to pop out and the daffodils are beginning to bloom. Spring is lovely with it's burst of new life after a cold, sleepy winter. The flowers and blossoms ready and willing to show their IS-ness. No fuss, no angst, no strife...just Being. Beautiful.