FLUFFI Love: The Sarasota Farmer’s Market

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:

Any time I see a row of white tents, I am irresistibly drawn to the possibilities that might exist within their four posts.
Any time I see a row of white tents, I am irresistibly drawn to the possibilities that might exist within their four posts.

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.

As if I could have resisted stopping and saying hello to these little fluff-balls?
As if I could have resisted stopping and saying hello to these little fluff-balls?
This beautiful fur-baby was a unique Italian breed (probably why we hit it off so well), and had mastered the art of relaxation in the middle of a busy street.  We could all take a lesson!
This beautiful fur-baby was a unique Italian breed (probably why we hit it off so well), and had mastered the art of relaxation in the middle of a busy street. We could all take a lesson!

Of course, what’s a perfect day without the smell of good food wafting through the air?

Just one of the many unique food carts that tempted passers by...
Just one of the many unique food carts that tempted passers by…

But the capper for me was when I heard THIS (it’s worth the click):

French Musician

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? 

 

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4 thoughts on “FLUFFI Love: The Sarasota Farmer’s Market

  1. Well, you know that is right up my alley, B. I hate malls, but take me to a flea market or an outdoor fair, and I’m all atwitter. What a lovely way to spend a Saturday! So so happy you are finding all these new special places. It’s the kind of place that will never lose its appeal.

  2. I did it again—-thought I proof read but found an error at the end – “yous” should be “yours” of course -LOL

  3. Oh Brenda, I love that voice – it is so mesmerizing and soothing and just plain lovely. I envy your wanderings and all the great things you find. Sorry you skipped the croissants- I’d have indulged I’m sure, but at my age I can, and I don’t worry about my figure.
    Your mother and I used to take a day out by ourselves some years ago and we went some neat place. We seemed to radiate back to Smithville often. Some of our trips took us to antique shops in Cape May and along Route 9 and to a winery in Cape May County. We always found neat things and ended the day with a great dinner. I miss those trips so keep on posting about yous and I’ll sure enjoy them.
    I love your enthusiasm and asked Therese, my grand-daughter-in-law to join in. She loves this sort of thing.

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