Farmers Market in July

"If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves the farmer's crop, who are we to say it shouldn't rain?"
-Tom Barrett


Sunflowers and tiny apples; such beautiful things are the farmer's market this July day. Luckily I went early before it began to rain again. (Yes, it's raining again today, and I know people are complaining, but I find it refreshing. It's not fun to walk the dogs or run errands in the rain, but for the most part, I love it.)

The American who sells flowers put together a lovely bundle of sunflowers, wildflowers, and grasses for me. We always enjoy a chat in english. Then I filled a bag with those adorable, rosy little apples that the old organic farmer has no name for besides 'summer apples.' You could eat them in a single bite if you didn't mind seeds and stems. They taste mildly sweet and have bright white flesh. I don't know what I'll do with them yet; they are almost too cute to eat. Now they are in the hand-carved wooden bowl in the living room, and I wish they would always stay just how they are today.

I am sleeping so much these days. Any chance I get. Normally I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I took a nap in the day, but there's no problem with that now. It's amazing what a woman's body is capable of. When I feel Rafael moving I think about how we are connected, physically connected, by the umbilical cord and the placenta, and that I have nurtured him from the size of a poppy seed to now, the size of a pineapple. It's all too miraculous to comprehend.