I received a couple packets of seeds for Christmas and ever since; I’ve been dreaming of my garden plans for this year. Lush vegetables and colorful flowers and bees buzzing.
This happens every year about this time, the garden dreams start. Last year was a garden nightmare, no two ways about it. Hopefully this year will be more successful.
In the meantime, I came across photos I took last February at the local Farm Market that we go to in South West Florida when we are at our home there. The colors, and scents fill me with such simple happy joy.
On this dreary winter day, here is a little color to lift the soul. Come, take a stroll with me.
Yes, there is a dog in the meat booth. Something a little off about that.
The food at Taste of Transylvania smells heavenly, next time, I’m giving it a try.
Lots of fresh seafood
Plants and more plants. I got nuts wanting one of every plant.
I purchased this Pitcher plant, brought it back to Virginia, where it thrived all summer, until I brought it in for the winter. Dead now.
Orchids and bromeliads, a favorite of mine. Palm trees for sale in every size and shape and variety.
How about that spelling?
This is hands down the best mozzarella I’ve ever had. This is always my first stop.
Love pesto, so I thought I would give this a try. Not so much.
This hydro-ponics booth was very cool.
The market is held on Tuesdays and Saturdays, we go both days.
Lots of Bees and Honey.
Food Trucks are a big in this area. Apparently flowers too.
Mr. Cottage always makes the pink truck one of his first stops. He loves the authentic German strudel.
Fresh Ginger grown locally. I can purchase 3-4 large roots for the price of one shriveled one back home. Mr. Cottage picks out large quantities. I freeze it and bring it home to VA.
Lots of beautiful fresh cut flowers.
Lots of artist and craft – out of respect I don’t take photos.
Except for this lady with the hand crafted soap. She actually chased me through the parking lot. She thought I was a writer for the local paper taking photos to write about the farm market. She begged me to take photos and write about her soap. Boy was she disappointed when she found out I didn’t work for the paper.
This woman looks like she is daring me to take her photo.
A farm market near the sea, this seems appropriate.
I know what this is. Do you?
See you later,