I had an hour while my husband was resting, and guess where I went?
Those of you who have read about my favorite weekend explorations know.
I drove to the flea market looking for plants, preparing to pull off onto the side of the road at a moment’s notice.
Has anyone else ever bought plants, drive through style?
This one hour of no makeup, yard clothes wearing searching floats my boat in a way I ‘m not sure I can adequately describe.
Sure, the vivid yellow hibiscus is pleasure inducing, but it’s more than that.
It’s going , ‘Cheers’-like, where everyone knows my name, your name, and every other woman’s name with that eloquent address of
It’s looking through a wonderful selection of rose bushes, all priced at $6.00, thinking I can do this. These will grow. Surely as inventory in this humble setting, sitting out in a vacant lot I paid $1 to enter, surely these roses will grow for me.
It’s speaking completely in Spanish and never feeling self-conscious or awkward, regardless of how badly I may confuse gender, verb tense, or new vocabulary.
It’s smiling at strangers and enjoying the variety of products for sale this morning.
My favorite was a pen of baby goats.