Knife Sharpener

One couldn't help but wonder what this young woman of many rather creative piercings found so engrossing on her phone. She was standing outside the knife sharpener's truck at the farmers' market this morning and the juxtaposition of phone, piercings and knife sharpening intrigued me.

After a very foggy and chilly walk across the Laguna de Santa Rosa, we found the excellent coffee at My Morning Joe's and the freshly baked bread from a Cazadero bakery warming and delicious. We bought mixed greens and sweet onions, which I will braise with some bacon and serve over polenta with a pale blue egg from my friend Judy's chickens on top for dinner.

I love the Sebastopol farmers' market. We also bought micro greens flecked with edible flower petals, several varieties of shell beans, carrots, red and yellow beets and some local honey. By the time we had finished, the fog had disappeared revealing a cloudless blue sky.

It seemed wise to go home, ditch drop off OilMan and Ozzie, and pick up Dana before heading back to Sebastopol to a clothing boutique called Tamarind. Dana makes a far more pleasant shopping companion than either Ozzie or OilMan would have been. We spent a pleasant two hours there although we were unable to explain to OilMan what was so pleasant about it or what we could possibly have been doing for that long.

OilMan is not a shopper….