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.
Sunshine.
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:
My Lavender will hopefully recoup after last year’s transplant.
The motherload of goodness.
“No fingernails poked into corn.”
Free mint.
Gorgeous Clematis.
Doing my best to run over the fowl that play along the stream.
F.M. flowers.
Fresh from le jardin.
Sunny, “roll-your-windows-down” road trips.
Fresh herbs.
This is what spring means to me.
For more spring inspiration,
visit the Farmer’s Market with Heather Bullard.
Oh Spring, how I've missed you! Love the post! You left out one thing though! Road trips with friends! :)
ReplyDeleteFarmers markets are the best! Free mint?? yes please!
ReplyDeleteYes! I love spring...it also means lots and lots of wonderful chirping birds coming back from the south of the world!!!
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