We’ve been enjoying summer bounty!
We have a 50 pound pail of local Wyoming honey that should meet our baking needs through winter, and this past weekend I enjoyed a trip to the farmers market with one of my mothers-in-law. I lived for a few months in a country where open-air-markets were the norm, and there is a feeling of bounty to the busy market place with a variety of venders.
Our Farmer’s Market here on these windswept Wyoming planes is in large part produce grown by farmers across the border in Colorado. Still, many of the faces behind the stalls are locals, as homeschooled teens lend eager hands to man the booths, and some are even the entrepreneurial masterminds that bring the produce into the state.
Our refrigerator is brimming with bell peppers for freezing, berries (well, it WAS brimming with berries, but they were quickly gobbled), and other goodies. I have a big basket of peaches and a bowl of garden fresh tomatoes on the counter. MMMM.
Our own life is experiencing bounty too! I had a date with my sweet guy this weekend, a rare and special treat. It was fun to enjoy a quiet evening out complete with a stroll around the lake, hand-in-hand.
To hear more about our bounty: Stay tuned!
Meanwhile: back to the honey: In addition to the 50 pound pail, we were able to get a honeycomb, and try honey right off the comb. The children had read about the construction of the comb, and had even seen pictures, but there is no comparison to being able to touch, see and taste the real thing!