Peanut and I took advantage of a rare 50 degree day this week to check out the Christmas decorations in town. Even though it was raining, he was pretty happy to finally take a walk for the first time in a looonnngggg time.
He wasn’t too impressed with the giant gingerbread man.
My Dearest DG Farmer's Market,
I appreciate that I am able to get beautiful, delicious, and organic produce from you. This simple gift has yielded countless delectable dishes carefully prepared in my new home. I savored the fresh peach pie, devoured the delicious guacamole that only you made possible. Trust me, Jewel means nothing to me compared to you.
since I moved to this area, the Dutch are few and far between. But you? You provide the gift of wooden shoe fellowship, fresh flowers, and even flowering kale. We've had conversations about growing up around Lansing, relatives that attended Illiana, and how there is an insurance agent with my old last name that everyone seems to know.
The leaves are beginning to change colors and the air is crisp. I can feel that change is here...but yet, I find it so hard to say goodbye to you. I should have spent more time with you smelling the roses and learning about your friends. I can only promise to be better next year, when we meet again. Next year, I will make it up to you.
