eating...salad (of course) - baby greens picked last night at about 8:00, avocado, oil and vinegar - and this amazing bread from the market that had so many ingredients I couldn't possibly remember them all, but what I do remember is cranberry...leeks...and mustard. Sweet, spicy, deep. And a glass of white wine. It must be summer...
reading...Twilight. I know, I know, but I am totally, completely, utterly, undeniably hooked. I am desperate for the next book, even swung by the library on my way home from market in hopes of finding it there, waiting just for me, but no such luck. I thought about this book all day. I never even considered reading this book until I heard from my cousin in Niger that she had devoured the whole series. I figured if it caught the imagination of a woman living such an adventurous incredible life it must be worth the read...I fully sympathize with the adolescent followers of this series - my romantic heart would never have survived this book intact at age thirteen.
thinking...about my grampa today, whose birthday it would have been. I spent my morning with farmers, old-time farmers, and I saw him before me time and time again. I love the way they all stroll by each others' stands and gossip about the rhubarb and the arugula, while looking askance at my sign that reads "Gourmet Baby Salad Greens". I definitely have an "in" with my market neighbors Amy and Ed, who greet me heartily in the morning and jump to help me put up my cumbersome tent and tie long bungie cords to their own tent poles. They've been farming since the 70's, organically, and have their fingers in everything that goes on in the community. I get some courtesy nods for knowing them, even from the Amish man who sells pies. My grampa would have loved talking shop with any of them - I knew him as a gardener (among many other things), but he grew up on a farm and could answer any questions I had about what was growing in what field, how this or that worked. And you might think I'm a little off my rocker (maybe it's the wine?) but when I've been working, say, harvesting cilantro, loading my car with tent, tables, baskets, produce, and then unloading it all again in 80 degree weather, and I'm good and sweaty, I like to think I smell like my grampa. Is that weird? Be it so - it makes me think of his blue work shirt, and I am very very happy.
waiting...for my dearling to come home from seeing a play. He has two weeks left of this quarter and then we have a summer before us - new routine, lots more Papa, some reconnecting and adventuring...I can't wait.