A New Season

We have been blessed with some perfect days lately, sunny, mid-seventies, which give hope amidst the other blustery days that bookend them. For me it is particularly enjoyable as I am just returning to an active life after three month of dealing with fractured ribs...not something I recommend to anyone.

The Beaverton Farmers' Market has started up again, and Art Court, the venue I am associated with at the market starts this week. I am looking forward to it, the market is a happy place to be with its own sense of community. Last Saturday, since I couldn't stay away from the market even if Art Court hadn't started yet, we rode our bikes to the market and did a bit of shopping. It was a nice intro to my future Saturdays of this summer. I saw some familiar faces--Paula, Lisa F., had some tasty samples and saw some market icons- market master, Ginger (who doesn't know who I am but was part of the Wilson High School Band parents group that I led), and of course the honker's wife, or perhaps more correctly by now, the honker's widow. Rather than referring you to age-old posts about the honker, in past years there was a car parked in the handicapped parking near where we are every Saturday. An elderly man sat in the passenger seat while his wife shopped and shopped at the market. He became bored/agitated, you can decide and started honking the horn of the car...continually. She returned to drop off purchases and dashed off for more shopping as the honking continued. Last year there was no honking and she had a different car, an older Volvo wagon with a large box in the back...hmm was the honker there or not?

Back at it

OK, I am writing this on an iPad, and given my limited HTML skills it might not go well so bear with me.

Art Court has started which means I am back at the Beaverton Farmers' Market. Our first week was spectacular, great weather, traffic and activity. this week, not so much so. for starters, my market neighbor, Cyndi wasn't there, her mom took a tumble and they were out late getting her checked out at the ED late the night before (she is doing fine). My canopy was soaked and so had to dry out in our living room and my sales didn't quite cover the price of admission. Oh well, some days are like that. Life is moving on for my market friends, Izzy and Steve are moving to California in late June, city TBD, Liz and Shari are likely moving to Arizona, Shirley's husband Ray is scheduled for a biopsy to stage his bladder cancer, Bo and Frank's granddaughters are way tall and growing up fast, Paula is sooo happy (David is a keeper). The market remains a happy place to be, and I have learned that life is all about change, but since I like it the way it has been, I just might have a bit of sadness to deal with as these changes unfold.