Ever since my first child was 2, I have enjoyed taking my kids hand-in-hand for a morning outing to the Farmers’ Market, filling our basket with the fruits and veggies of the season and finishing our day with homemade donuts, turkey sausage or ice cream as a locally made treat. When Casey was 2, he was “helping” me carry a bag of peaches. To my surprise, he wasn’t beside me when I looked down talking to him. I searched the path behind me, as booths and people lined the edges, and I saw smiles on all of the faces. Without a care in the world, Casey had sat down in the dirt in the middle of the crowd, legs sprawled, and decided to have nature’s treat. Peach juice dripped down his face onto his shirt, clear to his elbows. Onlookers smiled at the scene, but he didn’t notice them. He just enjoyed his peach. It’s such a fun memory to recall, now that he is 15 and towering over me!
Yesterday’s trip involved my youngest two, 8 and 7. We began in the building section – which held craftsmanship of all kinds. J.R. was particularly excited to see the “boomerang store.” (smile)
I had taken Christine and JR in my small car (BMW 3 series convertible) to the Farmers’ Market, and after our shopping, Christine wanted to buy a fig tree with her allowance money, so she could “sell figs”. I love her entrepreneurial spirit!! The $10 price/risk/investment seemed perfect for the teachable moment. I thought about bringing the truck back for transporting the tree, but then we realized we could set it at her feet in the convertible, with the top down, and it could stick out the top a little. Have you ever seen a convertible driving down the road with a tree sticking out? Then, you guessed it; it started to rain. It rained on the just and the unjust alike, and we got soaked. Have you ever seen a convertible driving down the road with the top down in the rain? With a tree sticking out? With children under the tree? I especially had to laugh out loud at the stop lights – which of course turned red upon our approach – while I sat next to “normal” people in cars, listening to their music, not noticing that the woman next to them was singing in the rain, with two kids and a tree sticking out of her car!! “Mom! I won’t even have to water my tree today!” Christine yelled from the backseat while I continued to sing for fun.
We made it safely home, with my hurricane hair, and a fig tree.
This morning, J.R. woke up and immediately asked, “Mom, can you take me to the Farmers’ Market today? I want to buy a blueberry plant.”
Place a comment below if you would like to place orders for figs and blueberries. LOL!
Thanking God for the joys of motherhood today,
P.S. They started their own “save the trees” club. TTC stands for “The Tree Club” and its purpose is to collect money to buy the trees at the Farmers’ Market so none of them gets thrown away. One of J.R.’s many titles is, “Idea Man: thinker if other members can’t”.