My Weekend- Part 1

Yay! This is my 100th post- and it's a happy one.

I had a great weekend. The weather was beautiful- 70 degrees, sunny, warm, and partly cloudy. It was a nice change from the cold, humid, rainy-ness we had last week. Today is that way again, but at least there was a break in the weather and we were able to enjoy some outdoor time.

Mr. H and I started out Saturday morning out by going to a Farmer's Market downtown. We walked around for about an hour and a half and got MANY local goodies. I was hoping to fetch up some fresh eggs, but those are usually the first things to go. We did get, fresh honey, granola, lavender biscotti (surprisingly yum!) organic flan, handmade marinated feta cheese and a small block of blueberry Havarti cheese. Haven't tried that one yet, but all the others were great. We got some fresh sausage, HUGE gulf shrimp (that's what we're having for dinner, so stay tuned for the recipe) Oaxacan pork and chicken tamales- these suckers were huge! I like this vendor the best because she carried a pot on her head (Mr. H called her a pothead) and she called me "baby". I liked that. We got there kind of late, so they were out of a lot of vegetables besides tomatoes and I didn't need those. We also got a loaf of wheat bread and a fresh baguette - in which I slathered the marinated feta on. It was a successful trip.

We then went to lunch and visited a small, lonely cemetery in which there were many babies. It wasn't sad, but many of these people dated back to the mid to late 1800's. It just made me wonder if there were still people today that visited them, or even remembered them. That made me sad- being there did not. There was a headstone that said "Father" and had the birth and death dates on it. That's it. Does any one remember who this man is? I just hope that in 100 years, my children are still visited and people are thinking of them. I don't want them forgotten. In front of another headstone were green leaves peeking out of the ground. Even thought we were at a cemetery and all the people were dead with the exception of Mr. H and I, there was new life and it was growing just for that particular person. Someone had planted tulips for this persons spirit to enjoy and it was so touching. I wonder when they were planted. Once you plant tulip bulbs, they come back year after year. Were they planted last year, or 50 years ago? I don't know, but I do know they'll be back next year in memory of that beloved person- and that is a special gift.

To be continued...