The Farmer's Market starts at 8.00 a.m. and to get there we were up pretty early. Gregg did a double take when I strode into the family room showered and dressed before he was. He usually gets up at around 5.30 a.m. most mornings when I am still snoring my head off, and as I didn't get to sleep until almost two a.m. he was very surprised when I walked in just as breezy and chirpy as if I had had eight hours sleep, which is usually what I need to be this bright and cheerful.
The only other time such a strange phenomena occurs is when we are on vacation, when I am eager to get on the road to see what is on the other side of that hill. I am a nomad at heart and so is he. In fact I think Gregg peaked my interest even more after our marriage, and it has been an ongoing wonderful journey. I am always the cautious 'let's stick to the map' kind of person. He is the 'follow your nose' traveler, which always makes it much more interesting. I always print out directions to wherever we need to go and he takes one look at them, tosses them on the back seat and says, "We can do better than that!" (he can) and off we go.
We never get tired of wanting to see what's on the other side of that hill and on this day our destination just happened to be a short car journey to the market. I was looking forward to getting there at opening time for a leisurely walk around. The last one we went to we didn't realize it closed at noon and we arrived five minutes to twelve. We had to do a quick shop because everyone was eagerly packing their goods away to get out of there. I didn't want that to happen today.
We left the house at 6.30 a.m. and got there early so that we could have breakfast at the Lake Anne Coffee House. We have been here once before and we enjoyed it very much. It is a comfortable and casual place to start the day and is used by many of the locals.
Still early, we decide to walk on the wooden path at the side of the lake. It had rained pretty hard the evening before, and that night. Everywhere looked very damp and we were wondering if those clouds would bring even more rain. But no, I didn't need to hop under this nice umbrella that was covering every bench at intermittent spots along the way. A good place for shade from the sun as well as protection from the rain.
There were several people out and about and Gregg took this photo of one lady enjoying a quiet moment reading her book....
I have thought that I might join one. Gregg has to say something funny about that idea and this is the smile he gets in response, a smile but no raspberries today and no, I am not talking about the produce at the market am I Gregg? When he does get that response he usualy smiles and says, "Ah the English girl, so eloquent!" Usually I only use the ultimate defense when I can't think of a quick come-back, childish I know but it always makes him laugh.
Gregg also took this photo of the kayak and I immediately thought, my goodness, the person who rowed over to pick up some produce must be very skilled, like our good friend Cloudia over at Comfort Spiral who has been talking about kayaking along Waikiki. I think if I rowed this kayak the produce and I would be upside down in 'the drink'. Because of the rain you can see all the sediment churned up from the bottom. Always happens after a heavy rain I suppose and it was only in a small patch.
This is a young girl selling homemade bread that her Dad makes in his kitchen. I don't remember the name of his company and they didn't have any business cards, but we bought several loaves, a couple are in the freezer. I gave one away to a friend. Gregg and I are always on the look out for a good homemade bread at these places. There were several varieties and we bought two wholewheat loaves, one white, a Cornmeal bread and some Challah rolls, which I also shared with my friend, along with a couple of ears of corn and a few tomatoes. We dropped them off that afternoon. Yes I went a little overboard on the bread buying but it all looked so darned good. I always say, "I didn't realize I had bought that many" as we are stuffing them into the boot of the car. My brain does not see portion control. I'm working on it.
I bought a jar of bread and butter pickles.
Here I am buying some of those tomatoes and onions. That's me with my arm sticking up in the air, photo curtesy of Gregg. At least he is not taking a picture of me walking away. No 'behind' pictures today, thank you My Sweet. Maybe it's the fact that I threatened to take one of yours next time? Yes I am joking, or am I? Hmmmm.......let's ponder!
There were the musicians....
We had a great time at Lake Anne's farmers market and now we're on the look-out for another one this weekend. The bread and the produce we bought here was delicious and up to expectations.