Dark Market
Last year we discovered the South Pasadena farmer’s market was only a short train ride away from our house and started attending weekly. We would pick up our produce for the week, enjoy the atmosphere, and Thomas would eat peaches until he became so covered in juice he would literally stick to me. Sometime around Thomas’ first birthday we stopped going regularly and then resumed again early this summer. Until today I couldn’t quite remember why…
Now I remember. Because it is DARK before 5:00 pm.
I am a lifelong night owl and love the dark, however, my idea of enjoying the winter darkness involves, a blanket, a piece of warm pie, and a book. It does not involve walking to the train through our (at times somewhat sketchy) neighborhood with only a feisty two year old for protection (Jeff takes the train from work, meeting us there), sitting in the cool darkness drinking lemonade, and then walking home with a now insane toddler who woke up at 6:00 am due to the time change.
For the time being our excursions to the Thursday night farmer’s market are on hiatus. Instead, we stayed home tonight and ate soup and smoked Gouda grilled cheese sandwiches. I now sit curled up under a blanket, a cat dozing on each side of me, being warmed by my laptop, looking up recipes for vegetarian French onion soup. I really do love fall and the cooler weather that has finally arrived. Now, if I had a slice of pie life would be just about perfect.