|Christmas wreath at the Farmers' Market|
By the time we started walking, more than a dozen women, it was sprinkling lightly but it wasn't too bad. We walked for an hour and a half, and by the time we finished our brisk walk around the harbor and back, we were pretty soaked. The wind began to blow, hard (we've got a high wind watch until late tonight), so it's probably accurate to say we were sure glad when we finished and sat down in the coffee shop where it is warm and dry to drink our lattes, coffee, and espresso drinks. Nice indeed.
By the time we got up to leave, we donned our rather wet outer clothing with a grimace or two. It wasn't much fun but we had no choice by then. I pulled my raincoat hood snug around my head and set out for the Farmers' Market. There are only two more days before it closes for the season: today and next Saturday. I'll try to make it both days just to see all my favorite vendors one more time before they return again in April.
The wind was blowing pretty steadily, and the rain continued to fall. Well, not exactly fall; it was coming sideways into my face, making me wish I had windshield wipers for my glasses. The holiday spirit was strong at the market, though, and I wandered through and bought a few things before heading back to my car and returned to my nice warm home.
|Meditating amidst the Christmas cacophony|