Colors of Earth

We have a ritual of going to the farmers' market pretty much every Saturday morning. There's something about it that makes me feel alive. It's one of my happy places. Maybe it's all the brightly colored vegetables, fruits, flowers, the scents of herbs and handmade soaps in the air, the possibility of finding something that you didn't know you were looking for. It feels very old world in such a good way to me, like we haven't completely lost that connection and appreciation for the earth and its bounty. I will have to remind myself of this feeling the next time I'm standing over a sink full of dirty dishes.