Tag Archives: farmers market

JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 259 :: 4-letter word friday

15 Sep

Food

Fresh food. Could there be anything more kind?
This harvest came from the Farmer’s Market.

And turned into this plate:

Farm to table.
Kind food.

#kindness

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{food}
#lovemore

Want daily support in your biggest dreams and promises?
Join me!
Sign up for thepromisedaily.com

JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 187 :: farmers market beauty

29 Jul

The best kind of kindness.

I find shopping at the Farmers Market so very kind. It’s outside, the sun is usually shining, it’s summer. It is swathed in beauty. Even in another state, another city, another market… the beauty of nature abounds.

It is the kindest way I know to shop. Add to that good friends, a super sweet cinnamon roll… not to mention a flower that is bigger than your head…

And it makes for a pretty special day.

Full of food and fun.

Tonight I board the train again headed toward the coast. But I will not forget the KINDNESS that comes from visiting lifelong friends, eating really good food, listening to inspiring music and picking up right where we left off twenty years ago in college.

Friendship is indeed the language of kindness.

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{friends}
#lovemore

Want daily support in your biggest dreams and promises?
Join me!
Sign up for thepromisedaily.com

JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 152 :: hot hot hot summer

5 Jun

Day 152: Oh, Pool.

It was full on summer today. Farmers market. Fresh snap peas. Ninety-two degrees. And the pool.

Does splashing in the pool count for yoga? Probably not… so this little yogi is going to stretch, downward dog, and then say her prayers.

Night, night.
Happy summer.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{swimming?}
#lovemoredomore

Want daily support in your biggest dreams and promises?
Join me! Whether it’s yoga or something else…
Sign up for ThePromiseDaily.com

Day 57: a love letter to the farmers market

26 Feb

Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year.  For February, I am writing a love letter each day.  Tonight is dedicated to …Farmers Market.

Dear Farmers Market: 

I have a story to share with you:

Just three years ago I didn’t know how to tell the difference between Basil, Oregano or Thyme — without a printed label slapped on the outside of a little plastic box from the grocery store.

I first realized this when my friend’s mother sent me to her garden with little herb scissors and directions to bring back “thyme.”

“SURE!” I said.  And, then immediately found myself in a sea of green leaves with no label, barcode, or SKU number.

I brought a handful of Rosemary inside to my friend’s mother who burst out laughing, grabbed me by my hand and led me back to her garden for a lesson in Herb 101.

She tore off leaves and waived them under my nose. With closed eyes I tried to guess the correct herbs as if I were in a backyard game show, hearing a loud gong go off with each one I guessed wrong.

It’s been a long road since that day, and now I find myself shopping with you, dear Farmers Market.

Just walking through your aisles makes me feel more alive.  And, I know, eating from your markets will keep me alive too.

Thank you for giving me an apple a day (and a little more thyme too!).

Love,
Jamie

%d bloggers like this: