I can't get enough of Sandi Henderson's new line of Farmers Market fabric; I keep going back and back and back.
Is it because she's telling a story with her fabric? A story of spring, summer and fall, of gracefully blending these seasons of our lives while appreciating women in seasons not our own.
Maybe because Sandi's story is so mouth-watering, many will add their story to hers, as they fashion clothing, pillows, quilts?
Or perhaps it's because there is no market quite like a farmer's market.
When we buy fresh fruits and vegetables, something deep inside of us knows that they are given to us by a Creator; that these delicious apples, cherries, apricots and plums aren't just for us, but will sustain, and most likely be eaten with, our loved ones; that we are not the center of everything, but a part -- that we are connected.
How do you feel when you go to a farmer's market?
Would you agree that for us to experience systergy we need to feel bounty, just as we do at the farmer's market?
Have you ever gone and picked fruit? I have childhood memories of picking apricots off of Blossom Hill Road in San Jose. Have you taken the young children in your life to pick fruit?