Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -- Mark Twain
A visit to the Rochester Hills Farmers Market!
This past weekend Nathan (who was visiting from MA.) and I headed over to the Rochester Hills Farmers Market, the first weekend of the 2007 season. Having lived in Rochester Hills for a year some time back, and around this area for a while now, I chastised myself for never having come before. The Farmers Market is just off of the Main Street in Rochester Hills-the area that has some nice little shops, restaurants and bars and who's Rochester Mills, Main Street Billiards, and Gus O'Connors' are popular hotspots for the local college kids (OU and OCC) at night-located just off of 3rd street.
My appetite for Farmers Markets was wetted when I lived out East. The farm I worked on toyed with the idea of a stand for a couple of summers before deciding against it-much to my chagrin. I also have a fond memory of strolling through D.C.'s Eastern Market (hey, we have one of those in Detroit!) on my first visit to the city; though my friend who lives there recently
mentioned that the D.C. Eastern Market just suffered from a fire, though she was not sure how much or what was damaged.
Anyway, the Rochester Hills Farmers Market was positively lovely! As we entered in I felt as though the last of my still winter-stiffened senses were finally awakened. Everything was so bright and fresh and carried such a smell that made you wonder if your nose had ever worked properly before. The air was strung with rich coffee bean aroma from a local cafe; thick, sweet smells of the honey booth and the "waffle lady," drifted our way and Nathan was excited at the prospect of trying a homemade waffle and many of the homemade sauces. He decided (and wisely so as far as I was concerned) to put a different spread/sauce/syrup (what-have-you) on each of the quartered sections; maple syrup, apple butter, blueberry, and elderberry. I only tried the elderberry section since I have never had elderberries before and I have to say that I was impressed. I will be visiting the waffle lady again and getting a waffle of my own! (Elderberry bushes are pictured to the left). What I learned too in my research is that it was rumored that Walt Whitman (one of my favorites) was known as a skilled elderberry wine maker.
This weekends market also carried hearty plants from the local farmers/growers. Beautiful newly budded flowers, from petunias, irises, and orchids to the not-so-native Japanese maples. Hanging plants, potted plants, flats, flowers potted in hallowed out gourds, "great for Mothers Day!" Potted starters: strawberries, herbs: lemongrass, chives, basil, oregano; fat, tall asparagus shoots as thick around at the top as my thumb (though I was always told the thinner the better for taste when it comes to asparagus).
And families seemingly grew as thickly as the downed produce; strong, firmly planted grandparents, slightly bent-from years of age and winds-looked down upon sun kissed babies in strollers wearing sunflower yellow and oranges as though their clothes were a very celebration of the sun. Mothers and Fathers carelessly weaving in and around the booths, as slinking vines. Dogs on leashes patrolling and sniffing the general malaise as though a skunk, rooting into the garden looking for grubs.
And I, plucked from it all as a weed, (self) removed, we headed for Detroit. Though weeds are never really gone are they? And maybe on my next visit I will bring my niece and nephew to enjoy the sun with me and so that I can peer down into their sun kissed faces and know that I am showing them some of the Rochester areas finest.
Every time we try to identify God, we are sure to identify what he is —
what she is certainly not. And the genius of God to dwell where we would
least likely look, within the depths of our own being, our own
shallowness, our own darkness, our own humanity. --Martin Sheen
My friend Pamerama was kind enough to share this great, On Being, podcast interview of Martin Sheen. I chose to read the podcast interview transcript instead, to I might better process Sheen's statements.
I too am Catholic, but you don't need to be to enjoy. Sheen examines his return journey to faith and spirituality, and it's just wonderful.
A great read before New Years revelry.
Happiest New Years' Eve to you and yours! Be safe, be merry, be young tonight!
Come and support Gould Farm (the oldest therapeutic community in the United States), as they embark on their 5k Running for Recovery! Can't make it?! You can still support them, just check out the above link.
If you need to be reminded why you became a Librarian, or why libraries are amazing places, and still so relevant in the 21st century, watch this and be inspired.
“If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!” --Shel Silverstein