Since I know very few people in my new home city, and Duane has a standing date with the golf course on Saturdays, I’ve indulged my love of wandering aimlessly on Saturday mornings.
One of my fluffiest discoveries has been the Sarasota Farmer’s Market. I stumbled upon it as I headed to Main Street to support the independent small business community (doesn’t that sound better than to once again treat myself to a new pair of shoes?) Here’s what I saw:
This past weekend it was a super-sized event, with an Arts and Crafts fair occurring simultaneously. The beauty of wandering is the “no deadlines” ability to flit around, like a bee from flower to flower, all the while making new friends who are as happy as you are to be there on a sunny weekend morning. Especially the puppy dogs, who almost equal the humans in number.
Of course, what’s a perfect day without the smell of good food wafting through the air?
But the capper for me was when I heard THIS (it’s worth the click):
He could have been singing about the joys of celery and tax collection, for all I know, but it was the most romantic sounding music.
Of course I bought his CD. And subscribed to the local paper. And determinedly walked past the croissants. And felt a little more like this was “home.”
What joys have your wanderings brought to you?