Beggielicious.

Saturday morning, I buzzed to the Farmer’s Market quick before going to read in Hunter’s backyard for the afternoon.

I was completely smitten, and in awe at the scrumptious amout of fresh produce they already had available! Before going, I had decided I just wanted to walk through vs going with a list largely in part to Hunter and I have deciding to do Door to Door Organics through the summer. { Though we are only on our third week of it – we are thrilled with all our fresh produce and yummy options literally on our {his} doorstep every Wednesday morning. We get the Itty Box, and last week we got: Rainbow Swiss Chard, 2 Yams, 3 Tomatoes, 1 Garlic Bulb, 1 Green Pepper, 3 White Peaches, 3 Pears, 2 Apples, & 1 carton of Blueberries. This week, as my order stands now, we’ll be getting: 1 bunch of Beets, 2 Red Tomatoes, 1 Spinach bunch, 1 Cucumber, 1 Baby Bok Choy, 2 Yellow Peaches, 2 Oranges, 1 Cantalope and 1 Ruby Red Grapefruit. Needless to say, our houses are very plentiful as far as the fruits and veggies go. We have a deal that we won’t let a single piece of produce go to waste, and so far, so good. } When I text Mary saying I was going with no cash, just to wander around, her first response was “DON’T TORTURE YOURSELF, TAKE A LITTLE CASH.”

I love how well that girl knows me.

Then again, she didn’t name me Beggie for nothing!

It was all encompassing of why I love Farmer’s Markets so darn much. Fresh fruits and veggies, smiley kids, puppies on leashes, live music, food trucks, free samples, family outings.

Most people were busting to the front of the crowd to get the produce? Not me. I was busting to the front to get delicious pictures.

Sticking to my word, I really didn’t buy that much. A few snap peas for $1, and a carton of blackberries to snack on later for my plans of relaxing in Hunt’s backyard.

And then I found the mother of all tents.

The peonies tent.

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

Over the past few months, peonies have evolved to be my favorite flower, bar none. Though I didn’t buy any of these beautiful little beasts, I found myself literally standing in the tent for a few minutes just admiring how stunning they were, and how utterly enchanting they smelled.

My dear Farmer’s Market; I can’t wait until we meet again next weekend. Maybe I’ll come with cash, maybe not. But surely with my camera.