To Market

Whew.

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.

xo