It is finally time for the Farmer's markets to be open. I love the Farmer's markets here in Portland. Last summer and fall David and I would get on our bikes and head out to the market on Saturday morning. We would wander around, listen to the live band, sample foods and people watch. We would generally wind up with some good fruits, veggies and an organic breakfast burrito for David (I know who cares if it's organic, but let me tell you, it is soooo good). This year David is set on picking up some gourmet bacon. Someday I should buy him a pig farm so he can get all the bacon he wants. I think he would be in heaven.
So, this morning was our first trip to the Hollywood Farmer's market this season. I don't know what it is, but I become a child when I get on my bike and peddle through the neighborhoods to the market. There is something magical about the natural beauty of Portland that leaves me in awe. David laughs at me because I space out when I get on my bike. I'm too busy taking it all in.
This blue bike is where I spend many a Portland summer days commuting to wherever it will take me. And, summer is almost here.
