I took T for a long, two-hour walk on one of my days at home this week. We headed up to a local farmers’ market to pick up the best of the season including local meats, produce, and a 12 year-old cheddar from a Wisconsin dairy farm. Our most exciting purchases were the fresh strawberries and rhubarb that I snagged to make my first strawberry rhubarb pie. M’s grandmother taught me how to make her famous (at least in our circles) apple pie, so I have a great pie crust as a base. I certainly haven’t perfected her master baking, but every effort brings me closer.
Without an agenda, we meandered to and from the market stopping to enjoy flowers, gardens, fountains, amazing houses, and anything else that captured our interest. (And by “we” I mean “me” while he took a nice long nap in his stroller.) I loved having a chance to truly enjoy my surroundings and take in the beauty of my neighborhood that I so often overlook as I scamper about my day.