Life on the fly
We've become regulars at our Tuesday evening Farmers Market. I just love to see the array of veggies from the various venders and Steve can't leave without a new bag of fresh peaches.
Each week there is produce, craft items and restaurant items ready to eat at nearby picnic tables or blankets on the ground.
There were boxes and boxes of various heirloom tomatoes so this photo doesn't nearly tell the tale.
That was last night. This morning it was back to chemotherapy for me and Demi. Steve sent us with a just baked batch of scones for staff and patients -- which flew off the counter when I arrived.
On the way home I stopped at an outfitter and bought me ---- a tent! Youngest Daughter and I have fantasies of visiting our nearby campgrounds for 24 hour stints away from it all. Steve has no interest whatsoever in this venture so Brix will have to be the man of the tent when we take off. Now that I have the housing figured out the next task is to figure out a date that will work with our schedules.
Good idea! There's something about 'tent time' that's relaxing and it's a different perspective on the world. Even if it's 24 hours.
ReplyDeleteYou bet! We used to go camping for weeks at a time and I really miss it.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a WONDERFUL idea, with the tent, Barbara. Even a little getaway is restorative. (Take your sketchbook! *G*)
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