October Arboretum Date

I arrived home from the lake today at lunchtime.  My parents dropped me off at home, then went home themselves.  I wasn't hungry--for food, anyway.  I was intensely interested in the autumn colors in my own neck of the woods.  Fernando wanted alone time with me, so a half hour after I arrived home, I was in a car again, taking Thomas to tech school and stopping off for a walk at the Morton Arboretum.

The colors were just starting to turn in spots, so I knew I'd be visiting again and again with my camera.  For now, Fernando and I walked, talked, and enjoyed time together before heading back to life and reality.

Looking up toward the tops of the spruces.

Back to life,
Christine

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Walking the Path Together

October 12.

Fernando and I had never been to this park before, so we just up and went this Sunday afternoon, to wander and spend some precious time together.

Fernando borrowed my backup camera and the 70-300mm lens to try out his photography skills.

Just go--get up, go together, get away for just an hour.  Spend the time, invest the words, make the memory.


Back to life,
Christine

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Farm Girls + Farmers Market = Happy

"There is rhythm to being a farmgirl.

It is the rhythm of working hard when there is work to be done.

It is the rhythm of finding joy in the "doing" of the work.

It is also the rhythm of slowing down to enjoy each moment."

Rene Groom

I'm linking up with Lori's Friday Farm Girls @ Heart today.

Today's Friday Farm Girls post is about slowing down to enjoy a morning with my hubby Fernando.  I'd heard about this farmers market from Lori all summer long, and I hinted to Fernando that it might make a nice date one Saturday morning.  He told me to wake him up, and last Saturday I did, and we went to Wheaton together.  :)

This was a new experience for me--a huge farmers market.  I've been to small ones, and our local market is also small.  I wasn't used to narrow aisles with tons of people, and a dizzying array of things being sold.  It was so much fun.

The first booth down the first aisle was the best booth.  Mostly because Lori was manning her son's knife-sharpening booth.  ;)

Bryan is good.  Real good.  I love my knives, and it was fun to watch him in action.

I didn't take a lot of pictures; mostly I was trying to take everything in.  It really was a fun overwhelming few hours!  We purchased yummy sandwiches from Suzette's, a baguette and a chocolate croissant (all mine) from the French nuns' booth, and a big box of the sweetest Michigan blueberries I have ever tasted.

I had to resist the urge to buy all the vegetables I saw.  I love farmers markets.  :)

I had a happy morning, connecting with my husband and exploring local vendors, local produce, and local products.  Happy.


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Christine

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Sunday at Montrose

Fernando and I had Part One of our anniversary date last Sunday.  We ended up downtown at Montrose Harbor, where, despite the cloudy gloom, I enjoyed the view from behind the lens, and Fernando enjoyed the prospect of catching a few fish.

We didn't do much talking, but Fernando explained that he can fish all afternoon without saying much at all.  I think this is the only time he doesn't talk.  It was a peaceful afternoon of spending time together.

At one point, a young boy plopped his fishing gear and a bucket down right next to us.  He got his bait ready and threw in his line.  He was not shy, and was soon chatting with Fernando (okay, what is it that people of all ages find so inviting in a dark, linebacker-sized bearded man??).  Generous man that he is, Fernando helped the boy hook his bait, and even gave him a bobber and a weight for his line.  Was that boy ever excited!

I enjoyed watching all the sailboats glide across the water, while weekend life hummed along just beyond the shoreline.

All in all, it was a good day.

Back to life,
Christine

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