Strawberries and a Canteloupe
With cloudy sky cover and a breeze blowing off the water, it smelled and felt like a summer morning at the beach. Jessica, Rachel, and I pedaled our bikes leisurely down the river trail, enjoying the occasional patches of sunlight and the constant joy of each other's company and conversation. "It's Tuesday, which means the farmers market will be open downtown," I suddenly remembered. "Let's check it out," Rachel added with enthusiasm. So we ventured over to the river market in search of some fresh fruit, only to find some divine appointments waiting for us there as well. The large open market pavilion was empty except for one lonely vender with a table full of fresh produce, but no customers in sight. "Good morning!" We greeted her as we unclipped our pedals and removed our helmets. We introduced ourselves and found out her name was Kelly, so we struck up a small conversation about her delicious-looking goods and then began to ask her about h...