when i sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting

chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating

merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder

mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you’ll be fairies all

~ emily dickinson


farmer’s market

saturday ~ i wandered the market

nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.  ~ voltaire

shipping is a terrible thing to do to vegetables. they probably get jet-lagged, just like people. ~elizabeth berry

sharing at this or that thursday