Farmers' Market
I have a couple thoughts right now.
1) I'm really glad I have two arms. Like, really just thankful for arms in general. Imagine if you only had one arm. I mean, I'm sure I'd adjust, and there are people out there that deal with only having one arm, or one leg, or no extremities, and they're fine. I don't want to be insensitive. But really, I'm happy to have arms. There's nothing really setting up this thought, except that I was holding my tea and trying to open my gum packet with one hand, and it was difficult.
2) I am everlastingly disappointed that multi-grain and whole wheat bread does not taste as good as the enriched flour stuff. Almost as disappointed as I am in oatmeal cookies.
I went to a local farmers' market today. I've wanted to go all summer but somehow keep forgetting that it's on Thursday evenings. I bought some bread and some honey crisp apples.
1) I'm really glad I have two arms. Like, really just thankful for arms in general. Imagine if you only had one arm. I mean, I'm sure I'd adjust, and there are people out there that deal with only having one arm, or one leg, or no extremities, and they're fine. I don't want to be insensitive. But really, I'm happy to have arms. There's nothing really setting up this thought, except that I was holding my tea and trying to open my gum packet with one hand, and it was difficult.
2) I am everlastingly disappointed that multi-grain and whole wheat bread does not taste as good as the enriched flour stuff. Almost as disappointed as I am in oatmeal cookies.
I went to a local farmers' market today. I've wanted to go all summer but somehow keep forgetting that it's on Thursday evenings. I bought some bread and some honey crisp apples.
I really love farmers' markets. They feel fresh. It'd be better if I had a greater affinity towards vegetables, but still.
I'm starting to feel the encroaching fall, and it's making me happy. I think fall is my favorite season. I love apples, and pumpkin bread, and mums, and the dried corn husks of used-up fields. Every once in awhile I'll think about how nice it'd be to live someplace with consistent, temperate weather, but then I remember how happy I am when the seasons change. I think I need nature to mix it up, to keep things new. Everything gets old eventually.
Except having two arms. That doesn't get old.