Today,
not as early as I planed, but still early I went for my Friday grocery shopping
to the New Eastern Market of York. I am
telling you grocery shopping in the markets is making the experience so much
more pleasant, rewording and interesting. So much more … well this is going to
be my way. Local produce, local vendors, fresh, intimate, personal… local,
local, local… it is like coming back home to what used to be good (not the bad, sad stuff)
This
is the first real spring day for me this year. It's like going from sad to happy
, as my four years old grandson expresses it:
From gloomy cold, depressing winter to this
splendid fresh, clear joyful day free of charge, from sunrise to sunset.
I
simply try to soak it all in: the beauty of the blooms, the colorful fresh
leaves on all waking the trees, all the sounds and smells and smiles and
energy of all the bees, the birds, the people, , the rivers and the hills, the
blue sky above and the beautiful mother earth all around.
And
from fear it will all go away too quickly I bring it in
Makes
it out and trying to preserve it as long as possible
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