today is saturday, so that means farmers' market day. the kids and i have made this our new tradition. we travel just down the road here to the pine creek farmers' market. it is, historically speaking, the best farmers' market ever.
first, there is a clown named twinkles who does face painting
with the expertise of a seasoned stage makeup artist and twists up balloon animals or weapons in a myriad of species and styles. second, they have mimosas. while i've never actually imbibed, i am premeditating my first one next season after el bebe is born. third, the food! homemade pies, fresh kettle corn, solar roasted coffee, fresh fruits and veggies of course, fresh goat cheese and all kinds of fresh baked breads and rolls. oh-and there is a crepe cart. ethan walked up to it, read the sign and asked "what are creeps?"
the people are all so nice and no one is in a hurry. there's this unwritten rule that i have discovered: when one is at the farmers' market, one slows down to a pace such as to appreciate the beauty of beets in a bunch. why rush about? in addition to all the food, local artisans peddle their wares: bottle cap necklaces, handmade batik scarves, all natural soaps, jewelry, embroidered bags and bibs. it is organic in every sense. ideas, products, pace and persona all co-existing in this harmonious, fruitful, productive place. the way the world was intended to be, in my opinion.
i can't help but wonder if that's what heaven is like. bits of all the good things in life, ideas come to fruition, tangible products of various imaginations, for all to share and delight in. without the hurried pace of the world making the whole thing an impossibility. the world might think carrots don't have fern-like green tops sometimes equally as long or longer than the root itself. but we know the truth, found only in the bushel baskets in the back.