A Saturday morning last month I was up earlier than usual. The sun was pelting through the bedroom window and my dog, Potato was thrilled at the prospect of an early walk. As my boyfriend continued to sleep I thought how lovely it would be to start my usual weekend routine an hour earlier than usual. I could get to the market before he stirred and wake him with the smell of fresh bacon and eggs. Ahhh, isn’t life a dream sometimes?
My Saturday morning trip to my local farmers market is undoubtedly one of the highlights of my week. I love the sense of community down there, the quality of the food is superb, but more than anything it makes me feel really good about myself to support local, and I think it is very important that we all do.






