It’s official- spring has sprung in East Tennessee.
You know what that means?
Going to bed early on Friday nights, so I can beat the
Farmer’s Market crowds on Saturday morning for fresh flowers.
Running grimy fingers through black dirt.
Eating grilled Tomato-Basil sandwiches as fast as I can pick tomatoes.
Riding my little red bicycle.
Ok, so maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself, since technically I won’t be picking any tomatoes
until June. But I can begin dreaming, right?
Scenes from last year:
“No fingernails poked into corn.”
Sunny, “roll-your-windows-down” road trips.
This is what spring means to me.
For more spring inspiration,
visit the Farmer’s Market with Heather Bullard.