Saturday

Mountain Saturdays are the very best...except now I have this problem where every time I go to a Farmer's Market I want to change my life and become a farmer, selling my goods each weekend.  Seems like it would be a simple way to live.

Alas, societal norms beckon so I have to live out that particular life in my daydreams.

 { blooms }

 { if you aren't eating radishes, you're nuts! }

 { breakfast }

 { market }

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. --R.W. Emerson

That's just the way it is

Since we live in Colorado now, it's no big thing to make margaritas and Mexican food on a Wednesday night while staring at a mountain.  It's just the culture we exist within now, we have no control over it.