Sunday, June 13, 2010

To Market

I experienced the first weekend of my wild west adventure!
I'm feeling quite grateful that San Francisco has been blessed with unusually warm weather for this time of year. Saturday proudly presented itself without a cloud in the sky.
A robin's egg blue sky that touched down and melted into the blue green of the San Francisco Bay.
Some friends invited me to join them for a stroll through the farmer's market at the Ferry Building. 
I snacked on fresh chicken chalupas (yum!) and took in all the sites and sounds and smells.
Tri-colored bunches of carrots, deep scarlet hued strawberries, and bunches of sweet pea blossoms; oh my!
There were farm fresh eggs, in the palest of pinks
Blocks of artisnal cheeses that stretched on for rows
Jars of thick, auburn and golden honey
and buckets
and buckets
 of fresh, peppery arugula; aaah, my beating heart.
I regret not capturing the morning with my camera,
but here is a stock photo I scrounged up from the website to give you an idea of what it was like.

1 comment:

  1. We were there over memorial day weekend. The weather could not have been better. Pretty amazing really.