We didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before we had our first bite. I could barely contain my happy as the sweetest juice trickled down my cheek.
Ten years away and farmers markets were in my top five things I missed most about home. Some may argue that both Japan and Germany had their share, but to me, there is nothing like the ones here.
The little wooden baskets piled high with yummy goodness, call my name, each and every one. We walked away with a beautiful bounty of nectairnes, peaches, blueberries, fresh sweet corn and pineapple.
Life is good and it is so ‘sweet’ to be home.
