1. It's amazing how tiring it can be to stand in one spot and smile for a day. I do love the Market, though - particularly the very early morning, when I walk down to the site (while Rob drives, because we can't fit our gear and the kids AND me in the truck) in the crisp fragrant air, and the mountain is still and fresh and green, and the only folks out and about this early are workies setting up the day's activities. There is an air of excitement and being-a-part-of-things - tents going up, vehicles jostling for space in the pedestrian walkway, husband-and-wife vendors bickering good naturedly ("The display is ALWAYS 2 feet to the right of the planter - HOW long have we been doing this?").
2. I had the lovely experience of meeting Felicia of SweetGeorgia today, whom I was chatting with like any other visitor to our tent when she disclosed that she was a dyer and began to describe her business, at which point it dawned on me who she was. And then I felt all sheepish and I'm-not-worthy for having gone on about the love of dyeing when really I am such a seat-of-the-pants amateur by comparison.
3. An eleventh hour project from yesterday:
(After sleeping on it, I pulled orchid out of time-out. This is the first iolite I've found that I really like - it has always struck me as an unappealingly sludgy stone compared to amethyst, but this strand is a lovely smokey purple - complex and mysterious.)
4. Supper was concocted from the first meltingly ripe field tomatoes (I think the Pemberton valley season is a little later than the Lower Mainland), accompanied by baby bocconcini and the obligatory olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
Also fresh field greens and a smidge of crumbled Stilton:
Our meal finished up with handfuls of the juiciest, sweetest cherries imaginable.
Really, what more could one ask of life?