Paul wants jelly beans and chocolate eggs for Easter. My favorite Easter eggs come from the farmers’ market, in shades of pale green, rosy tan and deep caramel.
This morning, my favorite market musicians drew a small but enthusiastic following. Our nephews love these two, particularly when she clogs while she plays guitar. One adorable tiny dancer (in pink hat and skirt) was enjoying the show with her father; she has already learned that when you dance to their music, you should remember to tip the musicians.
The farmer planted this heirloom purple broccoli last July. Having overwintered, the plants are now putting up small, tender shoots, which are harvested individually so that the plant can continue to produce. I’ve been told that this purple plant will keep its color when cooked. I’ll let you know…
The market was full of tulips — bucket upon bucket of tulips, in more colors than I knew tulips came in. The tight clusters of pink, yellow, and orange were gorgeous, but this one full-blown red beauty caught the sunlight, and my eye.
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Gorgeous photos! They made me hunger not only for the produce but for a market like that. I did get some wonderful salad greens, tiny baby beets and chevre at our tiny, tiny market this past week, but it is sorely limited. Babee
What vivid pictures. The one of buskers is particularly pleasant.
These are spectacular photos… do let us know how that purple broccoli turns out. I have never seen it around here.