Foggy mornings are my favorite. The kind of mornings that feel like the start of fall, taste like a free sample of Mexican coffee, smell like handmade wooden chairs, sound like strangers meeting and friends catching up, and look like rows of rich colored flowers. This is the morning I found and embraced at the Saturday market.
I left the market feeling inspired. I saw each locals' booth as a part of their heart. My hands left with honey, flowers and a succulent. I can't wait to go back.
I encourage you to support your local farmer's market, and to look at each booth as someone's passion.