Trader Joe’s. Fresh Herbs. Farmer’s Market. Crisp Vegetables. Plump Fruit.
These are a few of my favorite things. The sounds, textures, aromas. I just love it! I, for real, tell the checker at Trader Joe’s nearly every time how thankful I am and how much I love and appreciate the store. It’s my happy place. And the flowers. Oh, the flowers! I have to say, too, I savor going alone. I can look, read, smell, and contemplate as long as I want to. With my list in hand and senses heightened I am like a hunter in the woods. I am gathering and preparing to nourish my family. It’s the good life.
Channel Islands Harbor Farmer’s Market in Oxnard, California is one of my favorite places I’ve ever been. The gentle harbor breeze, my canvas sac filled with baguettes and flowers, the sweetest juiciest strawberries, and the creamiest avocados ever!
When I get home with my goods, the fun continues. I carefully place the produce in my galvanized tray. Such delight when it’s brimming full! My refrigerated items are organized in their drawer and the dry goods are unpacked into jars in the pantry. Everything in its place ready to be prepared and enjoyed.
You many think I’m nuts or you may be like me. Either way, this is a place I find joy. I pray you have something that brings you joy. I pray it’s something simple. I pray it’s not difficult or expensive. Why? Because you will do it more. This is something I do that is considered an errand, a chore, but because I find such joy is has become sacred, special. I picture our family gathered at the table, making breakfast together on Saturday morning, and preparing the several PB&J’s for the week. Putting those special items my family requested in the cart is a way I can show them I love them, I hear them, and they matter to me.
Find something that brings you joy and DO IT!