Farmer's Market

I wished a young man would walk next to me and gather up the bundles of flowers that sat in pots, wrapped in plastic. I was in search of tomatoes for a vegetarian pizza recipe I uncovered. The farmer's market is a beautiful place in itself. Yes, there are generally too many rushy rush people squeezing past each other, but everything is fresh, and the color to everything seems to be a little bit brighter (actually a lot brighter.) I wandered down the street in my floral print dress, my toes peeking out from my woven sandals. The wind would usually make me complain, but not today. The farmer's market is beautiful and I hope to live near one when I leap over the brim of this fish bowl. I'd like it to stretch out further down the road and I'd like to wander it alone or with a companion, a basket on my arm. I'm old school, I'd rather be at the farmer's market on the weekend than laying out to get a tan. It made me forget about the bad, the aggravating, and the downright perplexing things and people in my life. Today my mind buzzed over those things as i shopped at Costco for my new "cleansing" diet. Some people are all about themselves. In fact, a lot of people are all about themselves and it's sad and seems to be growing naturally within young generations. Certain people want to put you down and dampen your day, but I say to hell with it. Go to a farmers market and listen to your ipod as you peruse the selections of fresh vegetables, flowers, bread, and fruit. Just do it. Just get away for a bit and forget about the "I"s in your team. It will make things better and hopefully give you a perfect 10 moment. Every breath of air carries specks of dirt, but that doesn't keep us from breathing.
***Update: From ingredients purchased at the farmers market I made a goat cheese, tomato, and cucumber "pizza" on a wheat tortilla. It was delicious. (I kinda just rhymed there.) Good day.