Sunday we went to Findlay Market. We bought two pounds of butter, three Roma tomatoes, a pound of Rainier cherries (yum), some Gouda, a pound of ground sirloin and two sausages. At first Sophie was wide-eyed, taking in all the scents, colors and sounds. Perhaps it was the party the night before, perhaps it was being nestled close to me in the Baby Bjorn or perhaps it was the heat, but she quickly fell asleep.
“Happiness is a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry under a shade tree.” —Astrid Alauda