undocumented fun

there are no photos.  when two farmwives meet for a saturday morning coffee, heck, you really shouldn’t even talk about it. but friends, desperate times call for desperate measures and so it came to pass that i found myself in the late morning light at bugtussle sipping my favorite morning beverage with my beloved, broken, cher.



just before my trip to California, we decided to restructure our market routine. after 16 years of saturdays packing the whole family into the van to make the trek to farmers market, we switched. just. like. that. change can be so complex, we need it somethin’ awful and resist it so vehemently. after reaching near breaking point, we just split up on saturday, one parent staying home with the youngest, the other going to the farmers market  voila, our family takes less of a hit on the weekend. not everyone is tired. someone is home to recover from harvest day, clean the house and prepare some food. simple change, significant change, change.

flowerei ended up with a saturday off. chores complete. house clean. food made. done.  down i drove to bugtussle to hug my buddy. we felt guilty knowing each of our mates were gone on the solo trip to market. alas, we settled into the calm of each other’s company. so dear cher, thanks for sharing a sneaky saturday with  me, i love you friend. eric, i hope the freshly picked, kentucky grown key limes got squeezed onto something that soothed your tired saturday self. i love you friend.

flowersi drove back home smiling. i pulled into my own driveway with just enough time  to grill some dinner for my family and enjoy a  saturday well done. sometimes you do what you gotta do and by golly sometimes you never know really what that is going to be!


6 thoughts on “undocumented fun

  1. Your homegrown KY key limes were squeezed into an ice cold pale ale…, and, um, aaahhhhhhhh, the morning market madness was forgiven and forgotten.

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