I remember going to the Farmers Market with my mom when I was little, and I never really understood her fascination with it. Now that I’m old enough to appreciate it for all it’s glory, I wish I could frequent it every week to stock up on glorious fruits and vegetables and beautiful flowers. I’m dreaming of having an apartment downtown someday, and bopping on over to the market on saturday mornings. For now, I’ll just enjoy the abundance of fresh peaches and blueberries in the kitchen. Happy weekend!