Mother’s Day Date at Farmers’Market


Mother’s Day Date at Farmer’s Market.  I had a great time last Sunday with my son Christopher. We selected a number of farm fresh items at the Annapolis downtown Farmers’ Market, walked home with our purchases, and then Chris cooked me breakfast and we ate outside in our garden. Joining us for breakfast  was husband Peter and Chris’s girlfriend Laura. And of course, sitting nearby was my dog Chloe.



Annapolis Economics or Enjoy the Good Weather

Even at 7:30 in the morning, the street of downtown Annapolis are still busy on Boat Show weekend and with two shows back to back, the hustle and bustle will continue.  I don’t know how many sales are being made, but everyone still likes to look at beautiful boats.

It’s that way at the shopping malls as well. I had a few errands to run on Saturday. The parking lot of the Harbor Center was filled with cars.  There were tons of folks stocking up on vegetables and plants at the Riva Road Farmers’ Market. Life goes on, even though the stock market has crashed (it was a crash wasn’t it?) and some businesses are either closing their doors or being  bought out–life goes on. The sky is bright blue, the air temperature is perfect with just a slight nip to the air at night, just right for sleeping. There’s lots of sunshine during the day to bolster my spirits. I’m just not opening any mail related to retirement accounts. I’m focusing on the present. In fact, right now is the best time to practice the principal of living fully in the moment and in the moment all is good and fine.  Sunday, I took the time to write a few notes to myself and remind myself that Sunday was a day for spiritual growth and reflection, a day I could spend more time outside than inside. It is a time to be thankful for what I have..

Monday, it was back to the grind of many many meetings. On days with so many office meetings I wonder how anything can get done. But that makes me appreciate those times I do have to myself when I can actually do some writing. Outside my window, while clicking the keys on the computer, I hear the crickets singing. It’s ten o’clock at night. Time to end this blog.