Farmer's Market - Union Square.

I walk by bison and lamb (dead but treated well in life)  and eggs that were allowed to roam free.  I see peonies and radishes as large as an elephant's eye and apples bursting with colors as if plucked from a painter's palette.  And think "Someday I should shop in the morning and host a dinner party with my bounty in the evening."  Then I buy a muffin made in New Jersey 4 hours ago and get past the notion. Ah, city life and its bounty.

Farmer's Market - Union Square.

Though I don't go as often as I did in Los Angeles, I feel like I don't really live in a city unless I go to a Farmer's Market.  It is a touchstone for me to the "I live here" thing that I crave.  It was so nice to be here this morning and looking at people and vendors and produce that is straight from the local farms.  I guess it is the pure local seasonal bounty that puts me (gratefully) in my place.  It is a sense of place and a reminder that markets like these with people and their baskets have been going on since almost the dawn on man.  I appreciate that.