“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.”
– Christain Morganstern
This weekend I went away to my home away from home. To the home of my dear, sweet Colette. My old neighbor, who used to live in the red house on the hill next door, but now who lives in Olympia. I loved having her live right next door, and whereas I do miss that terribly, I find myself loving the fact that she lives in this other cozy town, in another cozy little house. When I go for a visit, I feel as if I’m going home. I have my own room there, a sweet little room that I love dearly. The weekend usually consists of nothing but relaxing things and outings. Such as going to the farmer’s market downtown.
Where you can find sweet flowers galore….
And lavender aplenty…..
We purchased delicious jam which we slathered over homemade scones later that day…..
And admired the multitudes of shellfish so delectable …..
Baskets and baskets of fresh potatoes and garlic……
Tempting bakery goods…..
It’s not a good market unless it has some sort of blown glass artwork to admire…..these are the delightful holders of birdseed…..
Organic and delicious!
Honey for your tea….
And soap for your body……
But my favorite vendor of all was selling seeds….. oodles and oodles of seeds…..
See those poppies? I shall have some of those in my yard this year. ::blissful sigh::
Market lunch anyone?
Food. Food is often a focal point of conversation on these weekends. Colette and I love food. We love to cook together and we especially love to eat together. Not only are my weekends with her relaxing, but I eat very well!
Colette, in her sweet kitchen, cooking us a splendid Sunday brunch….
Almost done! The smell of cinnamon and apple makes my tummy grumble.
I marvel at how much it looks like the picture…
Our fabulous Sunday brunch consisted of German Apple Pancakes and a Omelet with Ahi Tuna, spinach, and cherry tomatoes. Pour yourself another cup of coffee and dig in!
Thank you, sweet Colette, for creating such a warm, inviting place for me to retreat to, my home away from home. My nerves were so weary when I walked in the door, but were healed and calm when I got in my car to return home. I love my weekends with you.