I stopped by the farmer's market in Union Square on Saturday. I picked up some fantastic dairy products (homemade quark, whole milk buttermilk, goat's milk yogurt) and salad greens. I also bought a little jar of black raspberry jam that I wanted simply because it was sitting next to a sign that said: "Made by hand in small batches by my wife Claire and our daughter Sara," which just warmed my heart in all kinds of ways. It was quite good, too. I think I'll get a bigger jar next week.
And then as we were leaving, I saw this tree, and I took a picture of it because I love the way the pink blossoms were all bright and pretty despite the fact that it was otherwise quite cold and gray. As if they were just going by a schedule that said "time for spring" and so they followed, even if none of the other flowers did.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Springing Through
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