Do you ever have those wake up moments where something that you should have thought about so much sooner suddenly comes flying into your brain with an almost panic sense about itself?
Yesterday I realized that my garden was not only not planted, but that I had not set foot out into it since my husband did our fall clean up in October. I think that somehow time has stood still these past ten weeks, and I still feel like we are coming out of winter, rather than fully ensconced in Spring.
Having your seven year old approach you with his garden plan is just a small hint that perhaps you should get up off your lazy tush and begin to engage in the things that keep your household running; like fresh food in the summertime. So off we plodded, out to the side yard, compost in tow, to begin the process of turning the dirt and getting ready to plant.
Tears almost flooded as I looked across the way at my neighbors beautiful garden patch, already full with lettuces, kale, chard and the like. I scolded myself for my lack of enthusiasm these past months, knowing full well that our growing season for greens will be mighty short this year.
So what do you do when gardening depression sets it? Head to the Farmers Market.
There is nothing like the Boulder Farmers Market. I say this cautiously, since it has in fact been ten years since I have visited any other farmers markets with regularity, but it seriously is a joy for the Rocky Mountain region. Those first few weeks of the market are filled with such small bursts of colors: red radishes, the emeralds of mescalin, arugula and pea shoots, the browns of fresh baked bread and mushrooms, and those first flowers of the growing season.
Bernadette was in town for Rhythm of The Home (how is it that I did not take any pictures???), and our final stop in seeing her was the first Wednesday that the market opened. Live music, tons of food (the gluten free selection of foods at the market makes my heart swell), and perfect weather made for a great evening. It was also a real treat to meet a fellow blogger and her family. Kellen of Enchanted Mama
and her four sweet kiddos were sitting next to us when we sat down to eat. I am sure that many of you have experienced this, but it is really cool to connect to another mama blogger in person. Somehow the whole process becomes so much more personal, and there is a renewed sense of joy in the community that this virtual world creates.
As is always the case, the market season brings a small bit of happiness to my sewing machine with the family market bag. Every year we make a new bag to take with us, and while it is a small project, it is a lot of fun to fill the bag with all of the season’s bounty (and by bounty, I mean gluten free key lime pie that calls my name rather incessantly).
This year was an upcycled bag kind of year, as three worn place mats were used. When I say simple, I mean simple. To make the bag, just match two place mats together, and using a 1/2″ seam allowance, sew the sides and bottom together. Using the third place mat, cut 4″ strips to create the handle, and attach from the inside of the bag. I used super sturdy place mats, and our entire day of produce filled the bag perfectly.
Landon seemed rather intrigued by the spectacle of so many people, dogs and food all in one place, and it was fun to have this be one of our first outings. As has been the case for the past ten weeks, Landon’s hat (made by the incredible Julia
), got more attention than the child himself. Sometimes it is a bit disconcerting when so many people come up to you and say, “Oh my goodness, what an adorable…….. hat!”. I always figure that they are going to say kid, but nope, it is the hat every time.
There is something special about a day at the market, and today was no exception. I personally thought that the produce was the highlight, but for the kiddos it was the balloon man on the corner making blow up Daschunds that stole the show.
Hey, to each his own.