Marco and I have had a standing breakfast date at our local farmer’s market. Every Saturday morning we walk over to town hall to enjoy some live music, a breakfast burrito, and orchard-fresh cider. We sit at a picnic table overlooking the Hudson River, watching kids enjoying story time and pickles on sticks, being involved in the community, and happily shopping for organic and local meats, produce, and baked goods.
Today was the last day of the outdoor market. A few of the venders will venture inside to the monthly winter market. But it won’t be the same again until summer returns. Marco, we have a date in June at our regular table.