Last Tuesday, I attended the farmers market on the Plaza and just enjoyed myself thoroughly.
My husband and I walked around to our favorite vendors; he chose granola and humus and I found the freshest salad fixings and fruits.
We set up our chairs under the palm tree, saw our friends, bought dinner and calmly spent the evening.
The fine weather helped, of course, but I remember other good weather days when the market was a place I went on Tuesdays after work, just to pick up fresh produce and go home.
The group who run the farmers market have made a difference in my life so I salute their work and am glad they’re here.