I Picked Up Two Lovely Ladies at the Fruit Stand...Ms. Margaret and Ms. Mary

To top off a lovely Friday impromptu breakfast I shared with my mother dearest (I sporadically took the day off to RELAX), yesterday we spent the whole morning and afternoon together. We went vintage shopping and then to the fruit and vegetable market to pick up some items. First let me say, I forgot about this little hidden gem, Country Fresh Farm Market, in Wyoming. It has some of the best produce and their meat and cheese counter boasts some of the freshest I have ever had.

On our way into the store we stopped outside to pick through some of the fresh planted herbs and veggies, and decided we would try to grow an herb garden together, in her backyard. While we were browsing the varied selection of mint, two older ladies were there talking together. One was looking for an okra plant the other some sage. I began to speak to the older lady about what she grows in her garden and how she plants, harvests, and preserves her "crop." She told me that she is from Georgia and she grew up on fresh fruits and vegetables form her family's garden. She said she grows tomatoes, peppers, varied herbs, and her brother has a huge okra crop. We began to talk more and more about growing live fresh food, and not relying so heavily on packaged foods. I told them both about my recent strawberry canning experience and how I am so into growing and preserving my own food. They were shocked to hear of a young lady taking so much interest in what they refer to as "lost arts." Well my mom nudged me and whispered, "get their numbers maybe they can teach you some things," with a smile. I shyly said, "I would love to have your number and maybe get your pepper jelly recipe," to Ms. Margaret, and said, "I would love for you to teach me to crochet," to Ms. Mary. They were overjoyed that I took and interest and eager gave me their numbers.

The thought of having personal teachers to show me some of the "oldin' day" things that I always wonder about..I am just toooooo thrilled. You never know who you will pick up at the fruit stand (wink).

Living and Loving Life!


xoxo,
Ronita