Farmer’s Market Medley

Photo by Earl Wilcox on Unsplash

We met early one Saturday morning and wandered through Chicago’s Lincoln Park Farmer’s Market.

Arms full of fruits, vegetables, flower-flavored coffee, and pickled beans, we smiled at our good haul.

But we didn’t stop there.

We hit up two more farmer’s markets (flowers, cookies, and rye bread, oh my!).

We waited in a fancy alley for an expensive yet delectable vegan donut (don’t knock it ‘til you try it) and shopped every nook and cranny of a catch-all boutique.

We talked and laughed and tried not to cry as we shared the mundane along with the immense.

It was one for the books (or the blog, as it were).

Not every weekend can be as spontaneous and satisfying as was that one, but each can be approached with great gratitude.

Even if all you do is your laundry, each day is a gift.

“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12